#I’ve accidentally started

[meltedmush]

Everything is binghe. Even the air

The air is Binghe.

The clouds are Binghe.

The grass is Binghe.

Breathe it all in.

Fill your lungs with Binghe.

Fill your veins with Binghe.

Spleen, kidneys, liver, lungs.

All are Binghe.

Everything is Binghe.

You are Binghe.

[fistfuloflightning]

When Ming Fan finally fought his way through the underbrush to where the Rift had appeared, it was already too late. Shizun and Luo Binghe stood at the edge of the yawning chasm, swords unsheathed and pointed at each other. He hadn’t thought much of it when Shen Qingqiu had flown past him so soon after the earthquake that had torn open the Rift, but he could now see there was something very wrong. Shen Qingqiu’s back was turned to Ming Fan and his face hidden, but he could see plainly the fear and confusion on Luo Binghe’s face. Along with the glowing, damning mark on his forehead. Something demonic.

Ming Fan gripped the foliage, forcing himself not to run out. Not yet. He’d end up dead or wishing he was. He had mocked Luo Binghe early in the Conference, yes, but he knew the younger boy had done nothing to merit this kind of punishment—!

In a matter of seconds, Xiu Ya had stabbed forward, Zheng Yang had shattered, and Luo Binghe had staggered back into the Rift.

Everything seemed to still.

Ming Fan sucked in an breath and darted out of the foliage—but it was too late. Luo Binghe’s arm vanished over the edge just as Ming Fan ran past their shizun. He lunged forward the last few feet, fingers clawing at Luo Binghe’s forearm just in time. Caught, held. The sudden weight had him crashing again against the ground and the wind was knocked out of him. The taste of charred earth mixed with that of fresh blood where he’d nearly bitten his tongue in half.

But that was inconsequential. Not when he could feel the weight at the end of his arm that told him he didn’t fail. Even when the only person he needed to acknowledge that fact was someone he couldn’t stand. No one deserves to die like this, Ming Fan thought viciously. Not even him.

Dangling below him, Luo Binghe’s eyes were wide with terror and confusion, at odds with the damning, demonic seal glowing on his forehead. But there was something like gratitude there as well, out of place and so painfully frail.

For a fragile second, it felt like they were breathing the same

“Shixiong—”

With a cry, he was wrenched from Ming Fan’s grip and into the Abyss below. Ming Fan’s cry was strangled in his throat.

He didn’t know how long he remained there, clenching the burned grass with white-knuckled fingers and straining his eyes to see through the acrid smoke that rose from the chasm for even the barest glimpse of Luo Binghe. But time moved on and the Rift sealed shut and when Ming Fan blinked and once more became aware of his surroundings, he realized he was not alone.

Shen Qingqiu loomed over him like a stone Buddha, face cold as jade. His spiritual sword was once more sheathed, his robes neat and not one hair out of place. As though he hadn’t had a hand in what had happened here.

“You… you killed him,” Ming Fan breathed, still unable to fully process what had just taken place. But that’s what it was, a death sentence fed to the hungry maw of the Endless Abyss.

Shen Qingqiu. “He was a stain upon our sect.”

Ming Fan could feel the rage slowly rise. “He was a disciple of Qing Jing Peak. He was your disciple.” Acknowledging it was like vinegar on his tongue but a boy was dead because of him. He stared at Shen Qingqiu as if seeing him for the first time. Stripped of his elegance and his masks…

“He was a demon.” Shen Qingqiu sneered down at him. “There is no need to explain to you why he needed to be eradicated.”

Ming Fan tore burning eyes away from that frigid, impassive mask. He couldn’t bear looking at the man he had so long idolized. Instead he stared at the ground, in fear he would do or say something he could not undo. And beside his knee he saw slivers of metal.

The shards of Zheng Yang, tangled in the burned grass. Ming Fan’s vision blurred and his breath grew sharp and ragged, anger slamming into him full force. He wrapped his fingers around the pieces, the razor pain of their edges grounding him as the rest of his world unraveled like poorly woven cloth. His shizun had failed him.

And he had failed his shidi.

[turtleblogatlast]

[ cw: slight questioning of gender identity / ]

Leo learning he’s trans and having various reactions to it.

1) Uncaring - not like anything really changed? It’s like learning your blood type. Leo is Leo, that’s all.

2) Existential - how the heck did he miss this for so long??? Wait is this gonna change his perspective of gender for himself or is he overthinking things??? He’s comfortable in his own skin and all but what if he’s not, actually? Should he think about this harder? Are there other things about himself he doesn’t know of yet-?

3) Peeved - what do you mean he could have had sick long claws and a cool long tail?

4) Relieved - WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE COULD HAVE LOST HIS STRIPES???

[wanderingblindly]

Hey liquid I just want you to know that I have gotten off so many times to your selfcest. Please and thank you. Never call your porn mediocre again.

(future past // prospective aspect)

A) I have learned that this is the highest praise someone can receive on their smut, so thank you thank you thank you thank you (is it bold to say that future past may be the hottest thing I’ve ever written…..)

B) you’ve given me a chance to ask a selfish question I was literally just talking about with Amelia:

[valeovalairs]

What if elf growth spurts hit later than humans what if Vyncent hit his during the time skip and went from being taller than will to so much taller it’s frankly ridiculous how tall he is now

[darkcomedies]

living with friends is like waking up and there’s a playdate and then i leave for school/work and come back and the playdate is still going on and then i go to bed after the playdate is over and get to do it again tomorrow

[headfullof-ideas]

All right it is DONE!! I FINISHED IT! TWELVE KIDS LATER and the reference sheet for my next gen characters is DONE!!

Behold, the children of Ant, Fontaine, Finn, and Madeline, though none of you know who belongs to who! This is done in order of overall oldest to youngest. A brief reminder: Valerie, Jackson, Kai, Zoey, and Avery are Nektons, and Jason, Tim, Riley, Sammy, Davy, Charlotte, and Allan are all ‘pirates’. The Nekton kids all have the same last name, though I didn’t add that in. Kari took Ant’s last name and Nate took Fontaine’s because not only did he know how much the name meant to her, but he also thought Nekton sounded better with his name than ‘Clark’ did.

yes i gave them all middle names, i don’t wanna hear anything. These are my characters and I can do what I want with them

[shenzi-hemlock]

I have a question for knitters/fiber craft people.

I have a wool yarn that I want to use to make a cardigan. It’s worsted weight and it’s label says to use between 4.5 mm - 5.5 mm needles. I have 5.0 mm needles so no problem there. The pattern I’m using, however, says to use 6.0 mm needles with worsted weight yarn.

So do I follow the pattern or the label the yarn comes with??

[lostsyren]

the rafe cameron effect

For a boy so derisive of pogues, Rafe Cameron sure does spend a lot of time with them. They’re not just providers, workers, servers who bend to his will. That’s how his friends treat them: Topper never making eye contact with the waitress; Ruthie keeping it curt with her weed supplier.

But Rafe wants his coke dealer to like him. He wants the pretty bartender to return his smiles.

Is it pandering?

So he would seem less like an addict? Late nights at Barry’s trailer, coke trails on the coffee table, muzzy highs and bags of blow that could be explained away.

So he would seem less like an alcoholic? Sofia effortlessly slipping drinks at the bar, feeling drunk without being miserable, glass bottles being whisked away from his sight.

Or is it something more? The flash of hazel eyes boring into his blue ones. The sound of dark lashes brushing the pillow beside his sleepy head. The swathe of mousy hair tickling his cheeks.

It’s easy to make them like him. He has something they don’t. He’ll always have something they won’t. Money. Power. Sway.

It’s not like that on Figure 8– things in profusion mean nothing. Money is worthless when everyone has it.

But in the dingy trailer park where people hustled for twenties, Rafe is valuable.

“Country Club,” he greets, in that chirpy drawl– like it means something.

In the bedroom at Tannyhill where she looks around in awe, Rafe is impressive.

“Baby,” she moans in that raspy way of hers– like it means something.

It’s easy to make them like him, but it’s hard to like them back. They’re still pogues at the end of the day. They serve him.

Everything’s transactional, he reminds himself, climbing over Barry to grab his boxers, or peeling himself off of Sofia’s spent body.

It’s hard to like them back because he knows he shouldn’t. But he can’t help it.

Rafe Cameron is love starved. And Barry and Sofia fit perfectly into the cavern of his hunger.

And he will eat them up and retch them out so he can consume them all over again.

Barry learns this early on. He calls it the Rafe Cameron Effect… betraying and forgetting, leaving and returning, devouring and regurgitating.

Sofia hasn’t. She still feels both their betrayals, feels his absence, feels she’s been devoured. Completely and wholly.

But he’ll come back. He’ll always come back. For both of them in his own little ways.

[the-cockroach-that-survived]

TSH!Dream my babiest of girls

(Lyrics from Royal by Waterparks)

[blev-ii]

Going insane because finally more fanart of Dark Tides. Thankyou so much for your service 07

Your tiktok is actually what brought me in! So thanks for recruiting me o7

[twinklingwatermellon]

ughhhhshdbdjxjdjd

[milimeters-morales]

Miles and Pavitr basically beating the shit out of each other twice a week while holding back a lot bc Miles likes the pressure (punches, chokeholds, bodyslams, etc.) and Pavitr just loves to get the energy out and throw himself around. It doesn’t immediately get seen as autism bc it’s just “boys being boys and roughhousing” but Rio Jeff and Maya just share a look bc thank god their kids have another person to just go ham with and get themselves under control

[ladychandraofthemoone]

I have some questions for Stanley do you ever have flashbacks and nightmares of the war? If so how bad do they tend to get? do you have some sort of comfort item or like a little safe space for you?

Stanley: *looks awkwardly away* Well-yeah kinda, like I’ve struggled with severe anxiety, the amount of panic and anxiety attacks I’ve gotten especially after Kyle’s death, and my jinx definitely didn’t help me out, well some days I have nightmares on that day or when-him-constantly berating me and calling me all sorts of horrid things or when my old manager before I came to the msr-

But Nia and Freddie, they also know-what’s it’s like- I mean they did sortave kindave taught me everything they know(like Kyle)-They’re were both so funny and tried their hardest to made me laugh and smile and they didn’t criticize or berate me when I’ve cried or made mistakes started talking about bugs and stayed awake with me when I had trouble falling asleep (insomnia I hate you so much) since they also had trouble sleeping…

Nia spoke a lot about her old home in South Africa 🇿🇦 like the animals living there and she told me stories and she sung me a lullaby in Xhosa? Zulu? I believe (and I’ve memorized it by heart) to help soothe my fears, we talked a lot about animals together even spend time at her flower garden and Freddie always tries to get me to race him though it’s more of a doubleheader with him being goofy and telling me a bunch of silly things heh.

The others have also helped me.. I mean Stuart, Falcon and Andreas worked all day to try and help me with my jinx and Andreas did apologize to me for suggesting I would be better off as a generator (though that’s not a terrible idea, I’ll keep it in mind and that’s not the most horrible thing I’ve been told to do-….)

And- and *he gives a slight hopeful grin* Duke and Toby did help me get rid of my jinx and well-I feel so happy *gently chuckles*I’ve haven’t felt this much… freedom in years…it’s.its exhilarating (kyle should be alive not me-)

Ah-sorry for rambling I admit I don’t exactly have a comforting item or memento unless you count the Little Rock’s and geodes or herbs and flowers Nia, Freddie and I find together, and I love being in Nia’s flower garden, there’s a track nearby the forest where I get to look at the constellations 🌌 and the stars since Nia and Kyle told me so much if that’s a comfort space to say-well as long as its not raining or the weather is too much it’s comforting to me…

[sas-afras]

i’m kind of a bitch about video game mechanics Not having to be 1:1 representations of irl shit but i truly do love the re4 inventory management system where items take up physical space in ur inventory and u only have a certain number of Slots to hold things in.

genuinely if i had my way this is how fallout survival mode inventory would work, but i don’t think it would mesh well with the pip boy UI :/

[queenbirbs]

just thinking about how much I want a parallel to 1x20 except Tim and Lucy swap sides this time 👀