#I dunno if any of this makes sense

[earako]

Hm...

Okay, brains thinking of Parentified Stan twins aaand heres what I got so far

- Shermie is 8ish years younger than the Stan twins and spent a LOT of time with his older brothers

- Ma and Pa Pines had to work a lot so most of the socializing, playing, and helping with Shermie fell onto the Stan twins

- Up until the month of the science fair Shermie saw Stan and Ford as his safe people [Ma was also a safe person but she had to do a lot to keep the house running and relied on the twins to help]

- As Stan and Ford get older the affects of having to help raise their little brother slowly take their toll on them

- Shermie has to watch his big brothers start to have quicker tempers and fights more often and not understanding why it seems like his brothers are aging backwards [they're not, they're just starting to actually act their age to untreated caregiver burnout]

- Science fair happens, stuff in canon happens but now add on the guilt of feeling like they failed Shermie and a couple age regression tendencies

- Flashforward to post-canon and Shermie, after a whole 'what you mean Stan's alive/Stan acted as Ford' debacle and a lot of tears Shermie sees his brothers trying to low-key parent him again

-Brothers gotta deal with a new dynamic and Shermie finally reveals how he felt seeing his brothers as mini parents to just his brothers and how he used to think them 'aging backwards' was his fault

- And Mabel learning about parentification at some point and diagnosing her grunkles

[p3rry-pi3]

I find it funny bill is sometimes still in some people’s relativity falls

My little headcanon for some of their bills is that if their bill doesn’t have any prior background info on why he’s there it’s just OG bill giving some other version of the pines family trauma all over again and I find it so ironic and hilarious because it implies there’s either a version of bill with prior history with whoever is ford in their relativity falls AU or there’s just another version of bill out there who has to face the therapism all over again

[professional-bulshitter]

critical film studies (2x18) as an episode will never not be really really cool and plain brilliant to me because at the root of it,,, it's about two people trying to make the other happy and understand each other even when they feel like they're very different in their approaches to life

towards the end of it,,, Jeff is angry at Abed when he figures out that it wasn't a real conversation after all but I personally feel that this is the realest we see both of them being,,, in the sense that abed's reality to a huge extent is these movies because that's how he understands and contextualises his life and the things and the people that are in his life,,, while his story and "confessions" were fake the idea behind them wasn't (at least as far as I understand considering the way he takes over "characters" in so many episodes that alter the way he reacts to and with people),,, at the end of the day,,, he just wanted to be able to talk to Jeff the way he believes Jeff will be more receptive to it (a mature, "real" conversation wherein he's not being "weird") and spend some time with him considering they haven't been able to lately and he feels uncertain about their relationship

Jeff on the other hand, is having a real conversation for the first time on the show (real here being more in the sense of actually talking about things that happened in his life rather than focusing on deflecting and focusing on other peoples problems instead so that they forget he has them as well),, and all throughout its very visible how aware Jeff is of his ability to talk to people and around them in circles and persuade them to do the things that he wants but for the first time on the show it feels like he's not trying to do or be anything when he's talking (at least that's what I get out of it and assume to be a "real" conversation in this context) to Abed,,, which is why it's so heartbreaking to realise that it was based a movie in the end,,, because it felt like he finally had someone he could talk to about anything without being scared of being judged for it but it was technically,,, a lie

also,,, i love love love the amount of effort Jeff went through to make sure that Abed was happy and had a good birthday ,,,, the fact that Jeff went back to pay even after being technically lied to by Abed (in a major way) will never not be sweet and cool and fucking adorable in a heart clenching kind of way

also also,,, the fact that the life that Abed describes for Chad from Cougar Town is something that could be the way he imagines his life would be like were he to be "normal" is definitely something i headcanon (and the fact that Chad falls in love with his best friend I-)

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[okthisway]

What are you doing, Solas?

inspired by this incredible Iron Bull and Solas chess game edit by LethallanTV

[junabuggy]

[badlydrawnronpa]

i love how this blog called "badly drawn" while like some of these doodles are better than my finished sketches lol

HEY

NO SELF DEPRECATION ABOUT YOUR ART SKILLS IN THIS HOUSE

ANGIE ATTACK

[bujlililu]

Day 8: yearning

[iceman-soup]

masc!reader × divorced!price

Knowing John Price from outside of the military - fuckin hell, knowing him from a toddlers' group of all places. You had both joined at roughly the same time, and being the only dads there rather than mums, you quickly stuck by each other, becoming fast friends since the first session.

Turns out, he'd had a shitty divorce a few years ago, and, well - his sweet baby girl got caught up in all the middle of it. She was a tiny baby at the time, but the legal stuff regarding her in the divorce was messy and Price barely managed to see her at all; and then her mother had been arrested for something or other (he didn't like to talk about it) and he had gained full custody, and arrangements were made for her to stay with his family whilst he was on deployment.

Your story was entirely different. The kid was technically your sister's - but she had died shortly after childbirth, and with no partner and an awful relationship with your parents, the two of you had agreed beforehand that if anything happened, you would become the baby's legal carer. But you'd called the boy yours after only a few months, and that's all you ever introduced him as now. Your son.

The toddler group wasn't great for either you nor Price, to be honest. The kids loved the playtime, which was good - but the parent "teachings" that the leader held were mostly encouraging weird outdated shit that wasn't worth listening to, let alone enforcing. Not to mention the constant repetition of how a single parent is a "bad" parent, which you scoffed at every time. Good thing about it was how you and John could sit at one of your houses after and shit talk it over a coffee.

Was he hot? Sure. Yes. Absolutely. It was the very first thing you noticed about him. But more than that you were genuinely grateful to have a friend; another single dad to lean on, to finally start talking about your sister's death and all the guilt you felt with your son. Someone who would actually get it.

Price started to come around to yours almost every day, even when the toddlers' group was only once a week. He insisted it was nicer than his flat, and the kids had more space to play anyway. You never minded. He took you over to his parents' house, introducing you to them. They were quick to befriend you and your child, mentioning how you should visit John's daughter there when he's on deployment.

Deployment. Forgot about that.

You laugh and nod, thanking them before you leave. You take your son to a play park and sit on a bench, watching him and just thinking. It doesn't take long til you realise you're thinking less about your friend being all captain-y and more about his smile you've come to adore being wiped from his face. About him coming home and there being more scars on his hands and arms than before. 'Cause you fucking counted. Realising he might not come home at all.

You go to his flat the next day, awkward small talk as the kids go off to play. He can tell something's up. He asks if it was his parents. Fucking apologises as if he did something wrong. You sit him down on the sofa, and rest your head on his shoulder.

"Dunno what to do," you start, eyes flickering shut when he combs a comforting hand through your hair. "You're such a great man, John. Dunno what I'd do if you went."

He looks at you for a moment; you can feel his gaze. Tilts your chin up with a calloused finger and brushes his lips against yours. It takes a second or two to process what's happening - and then you're kissing him again, his jacket balled up in your fists as you hold him closer, suddenly realise this is what it was all along. The hot, slightly traumatised dad had tripped you up and you fell fuckin hard.

All too quickly and you're lowering him down against the sofa, and his hands are on your back, and your tongue is prodding impatiently at his lip. Then he opens his mouth and you almost seem to melt into it, a soft groan in his throat, and you're lying on top of him, and his legs are around your waist-

"I'm not complaining," you hum between kisses, "but how is making out gonna help?"

He breaks apart. Looks at you with a sort of dog-like curiosity, mulling over the question for a second. Then his hands snake up to rest in your hair, and he smiles his signature smile. "Don't know. Just thought I wanted to kiss you. Won't fix me goin' on deployment, but-" he glances away, a flush creeping up his neck, "thought... thought you might be somethin' to come back to, y'know?"

You chuckle quietly, pressing your lips to his blush. "You askin' me out, John?" He kisses you tenderly, shuffling to sit up a little, pulling you onto his lap facing him.

"If you'll take me."

And you don't even have to think about it. "'Course I will."

[pestercide]

Decided to revisit my Minecraft spooky guy designs

Old designs here

[insufferablemod]

what if u drew pitch vriskan what then?

take this away from me before I spend any more time on it

[dotterelly]

It's interesting to me how comparatively calm qPhilza's lore feels, especially in comparison to the heavy angst of qTubbo and qBad all coming to a boil last week/weekend. Like, our cubito is also experiencing personality changes, serious threats and foreshadowing that he may either die, be stolen away, or straight up possessed. The conversations with his eggs about death and what it means are happening. But the vibe is so gentle. The changes (for now) are subtle and quiet. So much happened in today's stream and some of it was deeply concerning and yet I'm despite the way he ended I came out of that feeling warm and cozy and wholesome.

[helgethas]

heyyy shoutout to the selfshippers who struggle with feeling lovey-dovey about their f/o(s).

maybe you don't think about them very often. maybe you can't imagine being affectionate with them. maybe you don't gush about them, or you find it hard to articulate how you feel about them. maybe you're not very active on your selfship blog, or maybe you don't have one in the first place. maybe you're neurodivergent or somewhere on the ace spectrum. maybe you're just independent.

for any reason at all, your f/o(s) would understand.

they know that affection is only one aspect of the feeling of love, and they would never assume that you "don't actually love" them just because you're less dependent on them. they would try to understand how you express your love in your own unique way, and they would give you all the space you need without crossing your boundaries or forcing anything on you. they would be patient and work with you to make sure both of your needs are met.

(pro/comship please do not interact.)

[kudossi]

like water through weeping rock

Hollyleaf looks exactly the age at which she died. Looking at her, Jayfeather feels his age in every creaking bone, every painful joint. He wonders what image he’ll take, when he ascends to the stars: will he be young, unburdened by knowledge or secrets or death? Will he assume the shape closest to his sister, when she’d been back and they’d fallen into their old habits, their old piles of pelts and purrs? Would he be older than her in death, an age she’d never reach — the shape he had been when he had forgiven his mothers? When he had trained Alderheart fully? Or would it be a form he hadn’t yet discovered, one far away and shrouded by time?

Hollyleaf hadn’t lived to be anything other than a young cat. Jayfeather has the opportunity to grow old, to die peacefully in the elders’ den, to walk the forest paths for season upon season. But his sister looks happy here, content in a way she had never been in life. The weight of the forest has been shrugged from her shoulders, and as she approaches, he sees echoes of her spin around him, muddying the skies with turmoil and fear and anger. Each defining moment sinks into his soul as easily as one sinks into their nest, eased by the peace she’d found with herself before she had died. He edges away from the ideas of the futures she could have had that pelt him like sleet — stinging pains against his face like staring into rain-drenched winds.

“Holly,” he says instead, a relieved sigh that rips almost violently through his chest.

“Jay,” she returns warmly, pressing her starlight-cold cheek into his own. A purr rattles in her throat, warming him from nose to tail-tip.

It’s been years since she died, but it feels like moments as her loss carves through his chest once more. “It’s good to see you,” he whispers.

“You see me every moon, you goof,” she returns. He can feel her whiskers twitch against his spine in amusement.

Jayfeather closes his eyes, shutting away his star-given sight, and focuses on the scent of his sister underneath the tang of night sky. “It’s not enough,” he murmurs.

“No,” Hollyleaf agrees. “It never is. But it’s more than most cats get.”

“Most cats don’t spend their lives in service to the stars,” Jayfeather replies. It’s an old argument, the familiarity making the words easy.

“It would have been nice,” Hollyleaf says, “to live a life with you and Lion, no matter the form it took.”

Jayfeather is struck—again, again, again—by how young the ghost she inhabits is. “It would have been wonderful,” he says softly. He’s not here for this — for a too-brief conversation with his dead sister — but he thinks the stars can afford him this, a few stolen moments with the sibling they stripped away.

Cruel, unnecessary; callous and cold as starlight. There’s grief blanketed over his shoulders, bitterness spreading on his tongue. None of these are unfamiliar to him. He knows what Hollyleaf chose. He knows he’s lucky that the stars took her at all.

He knows that Cinderpelt was given a second chance, even though the life she’d lived was one that she’d loved.

Hollyleaf looks at him steadily. There’s no sympathy or pity in her gaze, and he’s thankful for this cat who knows him so well.

She seems dimmer than she was last moon, and the moon before. He wonders if he’s imagining that she’s fading, but knows he isn’t. He knows that she’ll be gone before him, taken again from those who loved her best. The living world forgets — there’s no such thing as permanency for the cats who swear their lives to the stars. And forever��? What is forever?

[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

Kat the knight

Pleading her allegiance

[mxttellion]

If Pat had an anxiety attack, how would Paul comfort him (if he would), or vice versa?

bold of you to assume that they'd have normal anxiety attacks in the first place.

I used anxiety/panic attacks interchangeably even though I know there's some slightly differences between them, but even then.

These two Are Not normal about it and can't process something like anxiety in a "healthy" way. So on one hand you'd have Paul trying to find where did Patryck fuck off to, and on the other you'd have Pat trying to miss any table being randomly thrown at his direction

....I might have some more yapping under here though

On a more serious note, I don't see Paul as someone who would openly display an anxiety attack. He'd probably have a meltdown first, or just stay silent the whole time, which makes it all difficult when that's ...just how he usually is like. Paul is already someone reserved and quiet, who knows what truly is going on inside his head.

And then you have Patryck, who yes, is more open about expressing his emotions compared to Paul (as he is definitely way more expressive), but also tends to suppress any negative feeling he might be going through at the moment. And instead of dealing with them, he tends to hide his moments of weakness by...running away. Or hiding somewhere, just. going away from where he currently is, away from anyone who could see him going through the motions. Who needs help when you can pretend everything's fine and you have nothing to vent about?

So yeah both are very normal LOL