#I'm FULLY an adult now

[bluejaypirate]

[sysig]

can i requeeeessstt edgar rescuing scriabin from something |D

Day 6 - There are consequences out here

Bonus, of what he was doing to get stickers in his hair:

[sarasade]

Hazbin Hotel is such a weird beast. The fandom feels so juvenile despite the show having some dark and mature themes in it. I was honestly pretty impressed by how Angel Dust's story was handled for example. He's the pink gay femboy spider furry so you know. Yes, he's named after recreational drugs, yes, that's not his real name that's his stripper name because that's just the kind of show Hazbin is.

Maybe it's just me but The Dragon Prince fandom feels, idk, much more mature? I don't think it's some inherent quality of the fanbase or anything. My hypothesis is that 1. a lot of former and therefore older Avatar fans got into TDP because it has the writer Aaron Ehasz working on it. TDP has used the Avatar connection very liberally in its marketing after all. 2. TDP season 1 has a lot of older characters in it like Viren, Harrow and Runaan. Like how many animated shows have a middle-aged divorced dad as one of the protagonist? They clearly wanted to court older audiences, too.

Btw I'm not here to roast Hazbin. I'm taking the horny swear-y furry show very seriously. Alastor the Radio Demon and Aaravos are basically the same character anyway. I'm not above anything.

[klanced]

this isn’t even about my evil agenda anymore I actually just need to hear your dissertation on voltron/klance x first love late spring

you do evil things to my dick and balls. i hope you know that.

first love / late spring is a very keith-core song, but i think it also applies to both keith and lance... but more specifically, FL/LS is keith pre-relationship, and then FL/LS is lance once they have already started dating.

i'm obsessed with that one interview of mitski where she explained that she wrote this song while she was experiencing her vulnerable first love... and first love is vulnerable. you simultaneously reap the rewards of being known but at the same time, you've now let someone else know you, and now you have to trust them to take care of you. and it's so vulnerable. it's more naked than being naked. and it's so difficult as well because now you're learning a brand new way you can be hurt.

so keith, pre-relationship... he's pining for lance and he is MISERABLE. he's lost control! he feels like he's being consumed by the enormity of his feelings. he's eight years old and small and never asked for this, he never wanted to know he could feel this way. he just wants lance to fucking go already. keith wants to spit vitriol and blame and shame and drive lance away so that when lance leaves him (and he will leave him, like everyone else has), then at least it will be on keith's own terms for once. and keith doesn't, he refuses, to say how he feels. he'll spitefully choke on his confession until it suffocates him. he doesn't want to know what lance might say.

but he also is afraid of lance's reaction because... if lance gives him even a sliver of ground, if there's even a promise of a chance -- keith will fold instantly. he will jump into this love headfirst. he'll do anything if it will make lance stay with him.

and then lance, mid-established relationship... things with keith are perfect, everything is going great, so why does lance feel so anxious all the time? why does he feel so scared when keith looks at him like he's his whole world? maybe the problem is lance. because what they have is real. because he's pretty sure keith is it for him. and that terrifies lance. because lance, deep down, knows he's going to screw this up. and it's not just his heart on the line; he's also going to hurt keith.

keith smiles at him and lance feels sick to his stomach. he wants to tell keith that they might be happy right now, but eventually, lance is going to ruin this. he wants to warn keith that lance is going to break his heart one day.

lance isn't always so negative about himself. during the day, it's easy to let himself be buoyed and enveloped by his feelings for keith. he loves being in love with keith. because the love is real. it's real, and it's there, and that matters. but at night, all those poisonous insecurities and anxieties rear their ugly head, and lance finds himself standing on a ledge over a drop. lance daydreams about spending the rest of his life with keith; lance has never felt so young and small.

[rainyinautumn]

I have never been in such physical pain watching someone play minecraft as I am right now watching scar miss his artifact pickup 701239829 times

[thestrangestwatermelonofall]

so like... journal 3 has just been out there since 2017??? And it's this good??? And I had no idea???? Geez

[the-moogle-of-your-nightmares]

one thing i really deeply wish is that i'd had access as a kid to the plural community and information that are more easily available today, instead of my first experience with plural community which both took it seriously and was nonjudgmental having been 10's era tul/pa.info lmao

[haarute]

something i realized in the recent years is that while my mom is a very nice person and i can understand why she is the way that she is sometimes, she had a history of always dismissing and throwing away things that were important to me, and in hindsight that certainly had an effect on both my trust in her and how much i was willing to ever share, and also just turned me into a dumpster goblin because i just gave up on ever having nice things so why bother ever caring about my personal space at all ✌️ i'll just live in the filth because we'll never have anything better after all !!

[glassesandpassion]

[𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞] [Ken-chan 👀]

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝: [ 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 ] : sender and receiver are finally sharing a passionate kiss.

[please take this ~1k monstrosity that took me 3 sleepless nights to finish]

Miyako felt Ken's gaze searing into her way too many times that summer afternoon, to the point she even wondered if he noticed what he was doing - to the point she even wondered if he was doing it on purpose.

Time and time again, she'd fix her hair, waves already fading due to the humid weather. It'd always been hard to keep her hair in any flattering hairstyle while straight, and she was already regretting not choosing a simple yet reliable braid.

Maybe that's what made Ken stare: she was looking positively ridiculous with hair strands refusing not to fall on her face and sticking up where they shouldn't. Miyako took one last attempt at taming the strands before turning to him, apologetic.

- It's a mess, isn't it? My hair. But... But, is it that ugly? You've seen me looking worse, right? I mean, we've spent days together here at the Digital World without proper showers, there's no way my messy hair would be such a problem to you... right?

Ken kept staring at her, now with his brows knitted together as if trying to comprehend whatever alien language she spoke. Out of his agape mouth slipped an almost monotone "What".

- Wha... - Miyako stared back at him, unconsciously imitating his befuddled expression - ...what what?

A beat of them awkwardly studying each other's expressions passed until Ken relented, his mask of confusion breaking into an embarrassed smile that was quickly hid by his hand.

"Oh no. Is that what it seemed to you?" But despite the space he gave her to respond, she remained unusually quiet. From where she stood, there was no way to tell he wasn't making fun of her. Or if there was even a right answer to him. He sighed, "I'm sorry, Miyako-san. I'm so sorry. It's just-- no, forget it, it's not even appropriate for me to say it. I'm just really sorry."

Ken's face was noticeably flushed once he was done with his apologies. Despite his plea - or maybe because of it - Miyako found herself even more curious. She shifted closer, a way to press him into a proper answer.

- Ken-kun, you can't just stare at me the whole day and expect me to let it go just because you said so. Spill it out already! This is getting way too weird! - her eyes were wide glaring at him, and the muscles of her face strained with tension. Not the most persuasive look, perhaps, as the embarrassment on Ken's face was gradually being replaced by alarm.

There had to be a way to make him say it, she pondered as her eyes stirred away from him. The situation, it seemed, required more tact than she was used to. Tact that Ken didn't have when he decided it was a perfectly good idea to stare at her so intently earlier.

Tactfulness be damned, she'd use force to pry the truth out of him if needed.

- KEN!! - she barked, using the moment he was startled to pull him even closer by his hand - This is no time to play coy!! If you really were that shy, you wouldn't have stared at me so much, now would you?! Just tell me, I don't bite!! I mean, I will if you don't.

His head moved slowly from side to side as he chuckled, defeated. "You know I wouldn't mind it that much, don't you...?" She saw his dark blue eyes take a quick glance at her, expecting something, but she remained impassive. "...you don't. Oh. This is going to be way harder to exp--"

- Just go on with it already!! - she hissed, squeezing his hand. A part of her was already forming an idea of what he was about to say, but she wouldn't let herself assume things before hearing it from his own mouth, not when that habit had led to so much heartbreak before.

So she waited, impatiently, her eyes fixed on his lips, anxious for whatever words they might form.

He cleaned his throat, turning his face away from her. "You were right, Miyako-san, I was staring at your hair. But not because I thought it was ugly, I could never. I just..." His free hand raised to her face and stopped at her temple, almost as if hesitating to tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear. "Every time I noticed you fixing it, I found myself wondering how it would feel to run my hands through it and... well, I'm sure you're aware of how beautiful you are, Miyako-san", his voice was low, almost a whisper. He pulled his hand away from her and apologized, "But I should know how to control myself, or things might get awkward between us."

- ... since when are you a coward, Ken-kun? - Miyako shook her head in disbelief, eyes still wide and voice almost as low as his. She brought his left hand, which was still trapped by her grip, to her face and leaned into it. A smile graced her lips, softening her features - You really think I'm beautiful? Even when I'm looking like a mess?

"You're not looking like a mess." His gaze finally met hers, warm, half-lidded, embarrassment still staining his handsome face. She felt his thumb caress her cheek, and a giggle escaped her mouth.

- Liar! - her free hand found its way to his hair, digging her fingers into his sweaty scalp. It was a wonder it didn't gross her, only bringing out her need to touch him. She pulled him closer and closer until she could feel his breath mix with her. His only protest was a meek "Are you sure?"

- Why wouldn't I be? - was the last thing she said before closing the remaining distance between them in a kiss.

It was remarkable how cold Ken's lips felt against hers, especially considering the weather. Not that she minded - it felt soothing, somehow, and yet the tingling sensation of his mouth melting extended all the way to her spine, her arms, her stomach. Electrifying.

Meanwhile, Ken's right arm snaked its way around her waist, for once him being the one making a movement to bring them closer. It pleased her, it really did, to finally feel his walls crumble around even if just for a bit. For Miyako, Ken always felt like he was encased in a glass dome, his truest self forever out of her reach.

But if he wanted, as it seemed to be the case, then there would be a way to bring him to her. His mysteries could now become hers to solve. A thought so pleasant she broke their kiss into a soft laughter, which turned into quick pecks on his lips and the rest of his face.

"...what is it?", Ken murmured, his fingers now tangled deeply into her hair and his lips red and slightly swollen. There was a glint in his eyes that turned them into galaxies, easy to get lost in.

- I'm just... - she stopped once more to drink into his features, smiling so much her cheeks were starting to hurt - Ken-kun, have I ever told you how happy I get when I'm with you?

[thresholdbb]

I never wrote about winning the cosplay contest at STSF (lol wild), but here's the prize certificate:

On the one hand, I (almost didn't enter and) didn't think I was going to win, but on the other hand, they kept talking about a cash prize. And ok, cash prizes have weird legal issues or whatever, but this certificate is bound only to the Creation merch tables, where they sell t-shirts and bags with AI art on them. I asked what I could use it for and the lady said "maybe" I could put it towards a photo op, but it also says no tickets, so that's still up in the air.

That night, Eugene Cordero was hanging out with us at the afterparty (lol hey Rutherford (!!!???) you're super chill) and someone mentioned I'd won the contest/I probably said something about my $500 worthless prize. So he signed it to make it worth "less"

ANYWAY, all this to say

If I can use it towards a photo op (doubtful), and there is a group Voyager cast shot (cause hello expensive and I am, how you say, not formally employed), I think it'd be hilarious to do Threshold mutant Tom Paris

It seems highly doubtful, but it's a thought that at least keeps me quite amused

[dancingunderagatheringstorm]

The sheer audacity of Castlevania: Nocturne giving me Julia Belmont, an incredible vampire hunter, the highly skilled descendent of Sypha Belnades and Trevor Belmont, and killing her off less than 10 minutes into the first episode?! First Lisa Ţepeş gets murdered by the Church in the first episode of the first season to motivate Dracula's rampage, now Julia Belmont gets murdered to kick off her son's future arc. I get that Castlevania's world is bloody, and murder is very common, but this isn't a fun pattern.

(I'm only 20 minutes into the show, and based on the previous show, I'm willing to bet we'll get some great female characters later. I'm just very grumpy not to get this one.)

[sysig]

Second request: baby todd and Jake fluff perhaps? 💖

Day 12 - Little hands, my one weakness

[hightief]

i know it doesn't personally like have an effect on me and i need to mind my own business

but young emmrich mod why

[ai-the-broccoli]

aaghh I hate health anxiety ocd (or whatever you call it), it's literally doing nothing other than contributing to make my health worse

... wait actually, does anyone have like, tips/advice for that kind of thing? I really think I need some help with this one

[iracundiias]

"i hope you're not going out and getting into trouble"

no i'm too busy winning cake decorating contests on roblox

[churchyardgrim]

hot take but i feel like treating a child's illness as something they have to prove the severity of before they're allowed to, say, stay home from school and rest is uhhhhhhhh doing some real damage to their understanding of health and wellness

this message brought to you by: i'm home from work on grounds of congestion and tonsillitis and i find myself arguing my case to an imaginary parent and preemptively wincing in expectation of scolding for doing things i find relaxing instead of powering through and Doing Tasks