#I think I lost my mind somewhere

[pricetagged]

idk I just torturing simon and I love the idea of him—at some stage of his life, idk maybe immediately after he's declared dead— not having anywhere to stay.

His residence in Manchester got gutted and sold, greedy estate agents and solicitors picking it apart as soon as they got the death notice.

He could rent hotel rooms. Stay in the barracks. But sometimes he just needs—space. Familiarity. Simon Riley is dead and buried, but not buried deep enough.

So he goes back to his old house. He knows every nook and cranny. Knows which floorboards creak and which doors get stuck. He'll just cosy away in the attic and come out when the new tenant is at work, no problem. Barracks-living, only the other person won't know. It'll only be for a few weeks at a time—

—but he catches sight of you. The new tenant. Sweet little thing who saw the ugly, empty shell and decided it was for her.

Not a lot of money, no. But you've tried to make a home here. Decorated over the gouges and scars, filled the empty spaces with little signs of life.

You've taken such good care of the place. You're taking such good care of it, all by yourself. Off to work in the morning, and home late at night when it's far too dark and he knows the latch isn't as secure as it should be —kicked and shouldered too many times when his mum would work the courage to kick out his da—

So you need him. You're not saying it in words, but what is he meant to think when he sees how you leave the windows open all through the day and night? When you shuffle about on your weekends with only a playlist or podcast for company?

You need him. Good thing he's already there.

Go read this thing by gougie if u like the 'there's someone living here' thing - they do it sooooo much better

[mercifullymad]

i feel passionately about the need to enfold people experiencing (or diagnosed) with "just" depression or anxiety into the mad pride project. the more people who view themselves as mad, the better. much as the rhetorical move from "neurotypical" to "neuroconforming" emphasizes the artifice & social construction of "neurotypicality," so too will expanding identification as "mad" expose the sane/mad dichotomy as a false one.

it's true that (some) people with "just" depression and/or anxiety have an easier time navigating the psych system than people who have more stigmatized diagnoses. but this is not to say that they necessarily have an easy time — the carceral psych system is hostile to everyone subsumed by it, even the most "privileged" patients. we should of course critique & examine how our experiences are shaped by various intersections of privilege, but we cannot forget or ignore how someone with "just" a depression/anxiety diagnosis can still experience the full force of the carceral psych system brought down upon them (including but not limited to involuntary institutionalization, police intervention, & forced medication or other forced treatment).

we must encourage, if not insist, that those with the least-stigmatized diagnoses view their difficult experiences navigating the psych system as bound up with the liberation of people who have more stigmatized diagnoses &, often, a more violent experience of the psych system. we need more people to drop the "i have anxiety/depression but i'm not crazy" line and say loudly, "i have anxiety/depression & i am crazy. my access to just treatment is linked to the conditions of all other crazy people, who are my allies, peers, & friends. we are united in our cause & we all deserve a more liberating system of care."

[slutdge]

I get where you are coming from on some level but sexualizing your tattoo artist is REALLY weird. They were just doing their job, don't be fucking weird about it

I wasn't weird about it, I barely spoke 2 words to him while he tattooed me cause im pretty shy in settings like that, I paid him, I left, then I made a one sentence silly tumblr post saying "yeah I thought the dude that tattooed me today was kinda hot" when i got home, i was never sexualizing or demeaning towards him in any way. ive also thought construction workers are hot while walking past construction sites. i thought my senior year english teacher was hot. i think the singer for my favorite band is hot. are yall not attracted to real people or is it only cartoon characters? the call is coming from inside the house, yall are the fucking weird ones lmao what even is this ask. why is every dweeb on tumblr so adverse to being attracted to real life people. just delete your account and become a catholic monk at this point.

[dear-ao3]

re: selling sunset my sister is trying to get me back into watching the show and you're absolutely right romain is the only one who has his shit together. f1 is kind of like office drama - you know about it and it compels you and everyone chooses a side even if you never talk about it and you can chat with your coworkers about it over drinks bc you don't have skin in the game. and selling sunset is like watching plane crash compilations - irrelevant, you know it's probably not going to end well , and yet you can't look away bc it's not something you see every day

tldr i will be staying in my little f1 corner but it's a silly little coincidence that you watch selling sunset as well

yeah it’s objectively a terrible show. i’ve seen the whole thing before. katya and i just finished season 2 or 3 (mary just got married) and yea i forgot how tame the beginning seasons are compared to the later ones where like people are threatening to sue eachother left right and center. we need more of romain. only guy with his shit together. and and tarek in that one episode where he like went the at christine and surprised everyone that was iconic.

drive to survive tried to be like selling sunset and they failed in a funny way

[joifee]

Why making friends is hard

at least for me

[000marie198]

Zuko is a cat

[gilgil-machine]

What headcanon you have for Gil? I know you already write a post about that, but is good have an update time to time.

(Valid to Enkidu too)

Actually, I don't really have a lot of new headcanons which I can add to my small pile but I still have couple of those.

Gilgamesh is weak to strong alcohol like whiskey, rum, etc. and gets completely wasted after like a shot or two and that's why he always drinks only beer/wheat ale or wine (And those drinks should be of high quality as well. Naturally.)

Gilgamesh has a low tolerance for extremely hot weather. Hot and humid summers in Japan are his worst nightmare. Even though he's from Middle East which known to always have dry and hot climate, but still 4000+ years ago it wasn't so hot like it is right now. So during summer you wouldn't see him going out somewhere during daytime (maybe that's another reason why he enjoyed staying in dark halls of the church🤭)

Gilgamesh sleeps naked. I think that's more like a canon thing rather than a headcanon especially knowing Gilgamesh's antics. I think that he has this philosophy that during sleep body should rest completely even from clothing and on most high quality sheets as well. Naturally. So if you gonna have a chance to share a bed with him be ready to get used to this, also he would demand for you to get naked as well because he would also prefer to feel the warmth of your body without any barriers between the two of you.

[laugtherhyena]

Ngl it's so funny to me when i see people wondering why on earth i ship those two so much like, oh buddy your guess is as good as mine

[scorchies-creations]

Scarf compilation with Jonney the One Handed. All scarves were made in the last 6 months.

[demonbloodenthusiast]

91w deancas is so delusional cause they been making heart eyes at each other since day fucking one, calling the other sweatheart, thinking of kissing the other innocently just for the sake of the other being kissed, because they deserve that softness in the midst of all the chaos around them and the minute they actually get to it (motherfucking 200 pages in mind you) they try so hard to revert it back into something purely phisical with no emotions involved AND THEY KNOW THAT IT'S MORE BUT IF THEY BOTTLE IT UP AND IGNORE IT THEN ALL THE REVERENCE OF MOST OF THEIR LOOKS AND TOUCHES WILL JUST DISAPPEAR which is the epitome of the dilusional repressed gay way of doing anything

[mercysought]

❝ Well, that’s a few weeks from now, isn’t it? We might be friends by then. ❞ for Asharen?

black sails season 1 // @weptlore // accepting

Asharen cannot stop herself from smiling though she doesn’t know what exactly is the shade that it takes. The Crossroads were beautiful in a way that would be more fit to a poet to put it into words; to Asharen they would always be tinged in tones of orange that pulled at the lilac, that painted the light shades of the few still living trees off the trimmed paths like an eternal later summer afternoon.

It was beautiful, indeed, and even now after having walked them so frequently, she still found herself still by its beauty and calmness.

It was safe. And she had come to enjoy walking it, enjoy the ease that made it to travel from one place to the other. Her staff rings softly in the dim warm breeze, brass fingers pull it closer to her body, allowing her to lean on it. This place was wonderful, as a bridge in between, but not a home.

   “Maybe.” the Inquisitor’s smile opens. It would not take her weeks to reach Orlais, though Felassan need not know that. The warmth of her smile, that now shifts into a closed lipped one, reaches her eyes as she holds the other’s gaze. She smiles though the word feels ill fitting on her mouth - it was the shape of a lie after all.

And it was foolish, she knew, to hope for anything different but if she were not to hope for those that others would call to be hopeless cases for her cause… well, then perhaps she would not be her anymore. One could hope while knowing too that some things were unlikely to happen - sometimes the math was just as cut and dry.

Her flesh hand is around his in a loose handshake - with one last squeeze Asharen looks at Felassan.

His vallas’lin was not quite so different than hers had been - darker, while hers had much closer matched the shade of her hair but even that was fading these days “I would so dearly love to be proven wrong about you, Felassan.”

If nothing else because, in part, their goals could align now. Even if for the briefest of times, for the slightest of reasons. A blip in time and one might miss it, but that was what they were too - their lives in the eyes of those that lived for millenia and had watched these skies shift. Change in shade depending on who walked those same paths.

Asharen pulls the worn shawl from her shoulders until it covers her head, the looser waves of red that had escaped the looser braid. A shawl that had once been a strong maroon with a beautiful pattern drawn in embroidery that she had never learnt. Frayed in parts and worn to almost transparency in others and yet beloved all the same.

The needles that rested atop her staff glimmer and a spatter of green washes the space around them - briefly, the length of a breath, before that too being gone once more.

   “You have no reason for concern.” a pause, as she lifts the small package of letters she had been given “I will make sure this reaches Briala.”

[talentforlying]

@whcwashe: ❛ Tell me it's worth it. Tell me you know the risk and I'll be there with you. I'll back you up. Just tell me. ❜ — HOUSE OF USHER STARTERS

it hits him deepest and cruelest in the moments like this one — the moments of smart and steel slicing up through satin. ones when she looks at him with her chin held high, with her hands balled up in awkward fists like they weren't designed to hold determination of her kind, with her eyes round and doe-soft and shining with so much unearned faith. when blind relief cores its way through bone marrow and infiltrates his trabecular sanity through the unbidden image of phantom hands clapping his back in praise; through a disembodied voice imagined saying would you look at that? didn't fuck her up too badly after all, constantine.

A FORBIDDEN STING OF PRIDE.

deep, and cruel, and forbidden. deep, because he fucking means it: liv aberdine has grown, and he's proud of her for it. smarter, wiser, not necessarily with grace but assuredly with the stubbornness of weeds butting up through concrete. she questions him more often than not these days, challenges him for the truth and seeks it out on her own when he won't oblige. the shadows she still jumps at are real, and terrifying, and she looks them in the eye. she can survive them, now. whether or not she believes it herself.

cruel, because to weigh change against origin is to compare one with the other, and the root of his comparison comes in shades of nightfall wreathed in fire; on a car park rooftop where she first took his hand to get her life back, and the only thing to stop him pulling her by that hand into hell was her thinking quickly when he couldn't. because she's learned so much, and he's failed her so often, and she will still offer to take his hand if he will promise not to drop her.

forbidden, because that insidious little voice he likes to imagine, in each and every moment just like this one, isn't jasper's — it's his own wishful thinking. his excuse for not holding her to a better choice, his way of passing her the buck for her own inevitable demise; so glad to see a girl so like her father he once knew that he forgets she was meant to become someone on her own, unlike them all. supposed to live, not just survive. just another kid he could have saved.

tell me you know the risk and i'll be there with you.

this girl he's halfway-raised isn't a success story. she's a sacrifice in the making. and it's going to be HIS JOB to wield the knife when the making is complete, because he'll be the only one who'd think to do it kindly. because all he'd have to do is put out his hand to her and promise.

' alright, alright! jaysus, let a fucker breathe. ' he has to cope his way through the suffocating miasma of dread that's clogging up the airwaves first, see, if he wants to come up with a single sensible explanation for why he, renowned opportunist, plans to leave a perfectly good asset at home and go it alone. which requires pacing. itchy fingers twitch for the carton of cigarettes in his breast pocket, then fold without relief; she keeps leaving notes for him inside the fucking things. if he sees one now, he'll vomit.

' ... look, i do know the risks. an' it is worth it. ' a few impatient flicks of his wrist beckon her in under his arm, which wraps companionably around her shoulders and squeezes false reassurance across the tension of her spine. ( in unsettling concert with his thoughts. ) with the other hand, he gently chucks her chin, attempting to wobble that stiff upper lip she tries so hard at. ' i just don't need you, right now. '

[tkbrokkoli]

nnnnggghh are these ppl fuckling stupid wtffffff

[queensparklekitten]

I think I just guaranteed queen of nothing by the crane wives a place in my spotify wrapped tonight because of time princess

[empty-cryptid]

When someone asks a kid, "what you want to do when you're older?", the kid answers with enthusiasm and excitement, no matter how niche the occupation is.

"I want to find dinosaur bones!"

"I want to be president!"

"I want to go to space!"

The adult answers with something to the effect of "wow, that would be a cool job!" (Would be. If it was something you could attain.)

When people ask an adult what they want to do for work, the answers are contemplative. Considering finances and the chance of finding a job that supports their lifestyle.

"I guess I could get better pay if I go for a trade like carpentry. I'd rather make pizza, but it doesn't pay well enough."

"I'd like to go for archeology, but the job market isn't good and I guess it isn't practical. Maybe I'll go for a business degree instead."

"I'd really enjoy the carpentry trade, but I don't really have the funds for that, so I guess I'll just stay here at my cashier job."

Everyone deserves to have a job they enjoy, and I wish the world supported that.

Going to university/college for fun should be easier too.

[electric-plants]

decided to do a few pulls so i could have enough undying embers for the monthly passes and star rail immediately reminded me NOT to fuck around with it so guess i have argenti now