#I am rubbing my temples

[birdybellicose]

So Dragona Joestar is most likely non-binary or Māhū which makes me so damn excited and clap my hand like a seal in pure joy but just one thing Araki....WHAT ARE DRAGONA'S PREFERRED PRONOUNS!?

PRONOUNS ARE IMPORTANT TO EVEN NON-BINARY AND GENDER FLUID PEOPLE!! EVEN IF ITS JUST THEY/THEM!! IF DRAGONA DOESNT MIND BOTH THEN JUST SAY SO MANE!!

[thedevilsfamiliar]

My eye is twitching again

“You can’t be a lesbian AND aroace” okay tiktok, sure, you got me

[faunabel]

most people have absolutely zero understanding of Fe vs Fi (or cognitive functions period) and it's beyond infuriating. Fi is empathy and interpersonal relationships. Fe is social norms and group dynamics.

typology is way too bastardized by the public.

[eroticwound]

this is explicitly NOT true… like richie starts that interaction by calling carmy “donna” which is a serious line crossed and he knows it. it’s why richie doesn’t repeat it. is there truth to carmy having donna tendencies? sure. but having a breakdown trapped in a fridge is not the time to invoke that. no, that was cruel of richie. that was twisting a knife.

and sure, richie says he loves carm at one point, but then he literally falls back into the same fight they had in that walk-in in episode 1 of season 1, where richie asks carm where he was when he was burying mikey (nvm the fact carm would have been on exclusive donna duty in the midst of mikey grief while still in the thick of NYChef trauma… man wouldn’t have made it. he would have killed himself or made himself sick or had a straight up breakdown), and carm points out how badly richie wants to be a berzatto but isn’t. they’re both still Repeating Patterns™️

and let’s not forget how richie ends that fight, not by saying he loves carmen, but by saying he hopes carm freezes to death!

like y’all.. i’m begging you to not fanonize that scene. it’s waaay more interesting than that. for BOTH of them. like richie’s grown, but it didn’t take much to push him right back into that season 1 mentality and he is *just* as responsible for that fight.

edit: rewatched that scene myself, and richie loses it when carm invokes richie’s daughter, which is crossing the line for richie (richie does cross that line first). but it just reinforces my main point. they are *both* responsible for how nasty that fight gets.

It's sad to see that while carmy keeps saying Richie is a loser and saying he should've cut him off. All Richie does is tell carmy the truth and scream that he loves carmy over and over again

[pezpenser205]

this is kind of a crackpot theory but i think a lot of tumblr users have npd and dont realize because tumblrs culture as a platform directly feeds into certain harmful narcissistic behaviors that youd usually learn are harmful or unacceptable and something to heal from in therapy. however, on tumblr the userbase is directly rewarded for being smug and acting high and mighty to normal, non-discourse-poisoned people regardless of whether its a joke or not. in this essay i will-

[braixen]

i always worry i’ll reblog something that has a dogwhistle i don’t know about yet. i was once in a groupchat with a guy who was born in 1988 and he had the last two digits at the end of his username and i pulled him aside and he had no idea and felt awful about it after. i just hate it. people will use emojis even or symbols and it’s bullshit that it’s something we have to stay aware of.

[lemonandpie]

When the hyperfixation is fresh and you haven't found your people yet, so you keep getting jumpscared by dogshit takes

[darehearts]

what kind of herb are you ?

cumin

You see yourself so clearly that you can see the gaping hole inside you where you lost a piece long ago. It's there and it's ragged and painful and bleeding and you don't know how no one else can see it when it takes up so much of your awareness. You run from it, fight it, try to find it but nothing bandages up that hungry mawing void inside yourself and when you're tired, uninspired, you swear it grows and grows. You promise yourself you want to be alone, promise yourself that you want to be different, want to be special, love having this hole inside you and point it out in words or song or jokes and stories and take pride in that pain, in your uniqueness in this world of grays and storm clouds. You are 5 am rain on asphalt roads and sputtering street lamps. You are petrichor musings and messy guitar chords and a thousand contradictions wrapped inside a quiet cry, an evening of coffee and jittering hands and a promise that you're okay or that you're fine until you're falling apart in someone's arms or messages and pretend you're alright in the morning. You taste so strongly but sometimes you wonder if all you are is ash.

tagged by : @danversiism & @respondedinkind ! tagging : @whatspoilers, @prcspcr, @msmvrel, @amcthystdreams & YOU !

[kaftan]

cool tip is that you can think about amy and victoria to feel really really really normal

[nova-rogue]

i am begging people to learn better food safety habits. quit leaving your food out! put it in the fridge! if food has been out for more than 2 hours it needs to be thrown away!! don't eat food that has been sitting out for an unknown amount of time, don't eat food that has been sitting out for a known amount of time that exceeds 2 hours!! less if it's got dairy products in it!!

like holy shit i'm sorry you didn't learn this if that's what the problem is but you NEED to learn it now!!

[oh-gh0st]

*He laughs a bit, smiling down at you.* A-ah okay... okay I didn't hear anything... oh, gosh you look s-so beautiful tonight... I-I UH SORRY

exactly. u didnt... god WHY ARE U SO. RAJADFGNKFDGKJ FUCK

[tragedykery]

you wanna ramble about some of your visions of the little guys? because i would Love to hear <333 (also feel free to ignore this if you don't want to, haha!!!)

thank you so so much for sending this ask ily <333 and I am. so so so sorry this started out as just a short stating of facts but then it began to lead a life of its own (uh cw for animal death)

ok for background info I’ve got this post here with a character list doc etc but it’s not really necessary to understand this

anyway I’ll be talking about sita (tag) bc I love her <3

in the kyoshi novels it’s said that all air nomads are benders but I think that’s stupid. there definitely are air nomad non-benders but they’re uncommon and generally don’t live in the temples.

sita is one of those non-benders. as she grows up in the eastern air temple, she practices the katas and fighting style just as hard as the other kids—maybe even harder—but no matter how hard she tries, she cannot get the air to move as it does for her peers. she feels like an outsider. there’s one other non-bender girl there, but she’s a few years older. they play together a lot, and it helps, but when the girl leaves to travel the world, sita is left behind, and she feels more alone than she ever has before.

she knows it’s not the fault of the her friend or other nuns, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. so one day, when she just can’t take it anymore, she stuffs her bag with food and all the airbending scrolls she can find (she cannot kill the hope inside her that maybe if she practices hard enough…). she gets her bison and flies away.

(she’s sixteen.)

she tries to find her old friend, but she could be anywhere. so she explores the world, and she’s happier than she’s been in a long time.

however, one day, her bison gets sick. she’s camping somewhere on an island in the fire nation, but no one there knows how to help her. she sets out toward the eastern air temple, but as they’re flying over the sea, they get caught in a storm. she worries they’re not going to survive, but by some stroke of luck, they get rescued by a bunch of seafarers on a ship called the ziyou. they’re friendly, and the captain promises to take care of them for as long as they need, but sita was right about one thing. her bison doesn’t survive.

taituk, the captain, promises they’ll drop her off at the nearest port, but.

she has no reason to go to the air temples now. it would only stir up painful memories. and her chances of finding her old friend, alone in the earth kingdom, on foot, are practically zero. she thinks about it.

she knows the crew she had initially thought to be regular seafarers are pirates. but they’re not like what she has heard about pirates. when she experiences a raid (she isn’t expected to participate and can just hide in the room she’s been staying in) she listens anxiously. she can hear taituk give the crew a sort of pep talk, and hears them tell the crew, with the practised ease of someone who has given a speech a thousand times before, to not hurt anyone unless absolutely necessary. “surrender and no harm will come to you,” she hears taituk call out to people on the other ship. and when the merchant ship’s captain surrenders, they follow through on their word.

she gets to know the crew. she learns about their motives, how they’re all outcasts, how they only attack the ships of rich merchants or other pirates, how most of them turned to piracy because there was no other option, to feed themselves and in some cases their families too.

maybe, sita thinks, she can figure out how to make this work.

—

sita’s been on the ziyou for almost two years. she’s gotten good at incorporating the fighting skills she’s learned on the ship into the air nomad fighting style she has such extensive knowledge of. she learns she has a talent for using projectile weapons—though nisha remains the best with throwing knives, she’s easily the second best, and her handiness with a bow and arrows more than makes up for it. she’s decent with a spear too, though she’s more defensive with it than the girl who teaches her, aki, would like.

(the cook, chusak, offers to teach her his weird fighting style of throwing pans at people, but she turns him down. that’s just weird and impractical and more often than not leaves people with bruises, concussions, or broken bones. well, she doesn’t need to learn to use every possible projectile weapon.)

she might not be able to bend air like she had always wished (and still wishes) she could, but as she pins an enemy to the mast with nothing more than a flick of her wrist or the release of a taut bowstring, or feels the salty wind ruffle her hair as she stands in the crow’s nest, she finds she doesn’t mind her lack of bending as much as she used to. she’s made peace with it.

she’s still shocked, though, when one day during a raid (the captain refused to surrender, proud as the beifongs he works for), she looks over her shoulder and sees a woman floating several feet above the deck. her eyes are closed and her long hair whips in the wind, and while she’s wearing earth kingdom clothing and doesn’t have any tattoos, there’s no way she’s not an airbender.

“what’s an airbender doing on a ship like that?” she muses to taituk as they’re hauling boxes of loot onto their own ship. “she must be powerful. to lift yourself into the air and create a storm like that takes a lot of strength.” (no one knows, of course, that was the avatar state, and they don’t realise it for a long time.)

“well, whatever the case, we’re lucky chusak knocked her out,” nisha grumbles. she turns to show the two of them a nasty-looking gash on her shoulder. “she almost got me with one of her own knives.”

taituk pulls a face. “ouch. well, better go see mallik, then.” nisha rolls her eyes and grumbles something sarcastic before walking off, but before sita can tease taituk about being “romantic” (she doesn’t have proof yet, but she knows!), taituk says, frowning, “iraluq said they seemed scared, though. the airbender I mean. scared and confused, as they threw up their arms and knocked her ice daggers away. as if they didn’t know what they had what they done or how.”

sita’s still pondering that over a few hours later, when she hears shouting on the other side of the ship. she rushes there to investigate. she makes her way through the crowd that has gathered on the deck. “what’s happen–”

she falls silent as she sees the airbender standing pressed against the wall, terrified.

“everyone give us some space!” taituk calls. “go on with what you were previously doing. nothing to see here.”

“what happened?” sita whispers to nuvuja, who’s, for some reason, is opening all the crates they had gotten from the raid and checking their contents.

nuvuja’s reply is brisk. “xuan managed to accidentally kidnap a person.”

“how?!”

nuvuja slams the crate she’d been rummaging through shut and opens the next one. “he was supposed to help check the loot but got lazy. just carried crates onto the ship without checking if their contents were the same as the labels. and apparently the airbender fell into a crate of rice when she got knocked out by chusak. lid slammed shut. we just found out while getting stuff for dinner.”

she grimaces as she looks over at the airbender. taituk is speaking to her softly, and while she looks less scared than before, her eyes are full of tears. “poor girl,” nuvuja murmurs. “we’ve got no clue where her ship is now. stranded on a ship in the middle of the sea with a bunch of pirates. she must be terrified.”

sita thanks nuvuja, and walks off to join taituk. maybe she can help.

—

apparently the airbender—hira—does not, in fact, know she is one. or she didn’t, until now. she and sita become fast friends. sita’s a friendly presence, a reassuring constant in the scary period waiting hira’s caught in until they reach land.

“I guess I should go to one of the temples, huh?” hira says a few days after her arrival on the ship. she tries for humour, but sounds breathless. scared. “if I want to learn”—she hesitates for a moment—“bending.”

she’d been both scared and elated to learn she was a bender. apparently she’s grown up as an orphan with no knowledge of her heritage.

“I can try to teach you some stuff, if you want,” sita offers.

hira’s eyes widen. “you’re an airbender too?!”

sita tries to keep the bitterness out of her voice. “no.” she tries for a smile. “but I grew up in the temples, so I know a few things.”

(she knows more than a few things.)

—

it’s weird, teaching someone to bend when sita can’t herself, but they make it work. hira’s a prodigy, easily executing techniques sita remembers took the other girls at the temple months to master. (techniques sita will never be able to do.) sita can help her, teach her, in a way hira will never be able to do for her. you can’t give someone bending, after all.

they meditate together, and cook air nomad recipes with chusak’s help. she teaches hira to read, write and speak the most common air nomad languages, and hira teaches her her earth kingdom town’s language in return.

it would be so easy to be jealous of hira. and maybe she is jealous, just a little. but she doesn’t let that jealousy fester, doesn’t let it turn into resentment. she won’t ever be able to bend, but she can be proud of hira, can be happy for her. can laugh with her as they mess up the recipe for fruit pies and smile at her when she masters yet another kata. she can participate in her culture with another air nomad, one who she knows won’t judge her for being a non-bender. (she spent the first twenty-seven years of her life as one, after all.)

and it will be enough.

(she doesn’t know that hira is jealous of her in the same way, for growing up in the temples. (hira’s spent her whole life wanting nothing more than connection with her culture.) but much in the same way, hira doesn’t allow her jealousy to lead her. she and sita are both air nomads who will always be a little bit of an outsider, and they’ll have to stick together. it’s not just that, though. she likes being around this chatty, lively kid (“I’m eighteen!” sita always protests). she likes to gossip with her and sit in the crow’s nest together and play silly games and have competitions who have climb the masts the fastest. sita is one of the main reasons hira decides to stay when the ziyou reaches the port taituk had promised they’d drop her off at.)

(the rest of the crew notices, that since hira’s arrival, sita seems happier than she’s ever been.)

[yoshistory]

it is f'd up trying to do research on foods Rascal can eat that weren't listed off to me (two of the 5 on the list DID have allergents of his. i didn't even check the other 3 yet because they are kibble) and its like. ohh yaay a turkey and turkey liver wet food (he can eat turkey, chicken, and lamb) and its like. oh wow he cant eat this because it has fucking. dandelion greens in it (he is ageric to DANDELIONS...)

[deliriousblue]

the northern lights scene made me cry for entirely narrative related reasons but it also made me feel insane for. other reasons. truly a level of similarity between literal conversations i have heard and a fictional narrative that aof nopparnach would be proud of

[childofthestone]

shoutout to the dragon age dev with "solavallan forever" in their bio. casting hexes on you as we speak

[emmaspolaroid]

layer 50……….