#Like woof am I right

[cheese-water]

I just wanna say, after the whole Forever debacle, this is another instance of Tubbo having weirdly accurate hunches. Not talking the donowall stuff but about his perception towards the N.I.N.H.O and Forever himself.

There’s a reason why he hasn’t set up Sunny’s N.I.N.H.O room yet. Even after being gifted one by Forever. Just a small joke said in response to Forever explaining how eggs and their parents can double reinforce their rooms so that even he couldn’t access them.

“Alright. Well as long as you don’t go crazy again, I’m not fussed.”

Tubbo then not only places Sunny’s warp plate out in the open but also pulls Sunny aside to reassure her that they will create their own safety precautions outside of the N.I.N.H.O. How that he’s found ways with newer mods to make a better safety system that he will use on his own.

Like at first, I wanted him to make improvements on the already existing N.I.N.H.O to protect more eggs. But now, thank GOD he didn’t.

[muirmarie]

Me: I joke about writing the same McCoy centric story over and over again in different ways

Me: and like. I love doing it and imma keep doing it because it makes me happy.

Me: but also. I do sometimes wonder if it's like. A little Much.

Me: like maybe I should branch out or something

Me: [reads another fundamental and extremely insulting misread of McCoy's character by someone who is clearly making a Choice to cast McCoy as the villain, because they have to get him out of the way of spirk, because they're too???? idk immature??? to realize that even when you're in a relationship with one person, other ppl can and SHOULD still be important to you]

Me: lmao I hope I AM too much actually!!!! I hope it is 100% obnoxious how much I love that doctor!!!!! Time to write more versions of the same story of McCoy being forced to realize that he is loved and cared for!!!!!!

Me: I KNOW MY NICHE AND IMMA DIE IN THAT NICHE, THANKS

[lovereadandwrite]

he cooked ! he served !! HE ATE😮‍💨🥵

[nagitosstolenhand]

couldnt get this silly stupid idea out of my head. refs/inspo under cut

[upwards-descent]

I happily put myself in a rather specific bubble to like. Maintain mental health, happiness, surrounding myself with people either like me or who support me unconditionally.

And that shit made me forget straight people are the majority.

And I keep remembering that whenever I think about the male x player romances in Baldur's Gate 3 lmao

[doginthevoid]

To those new to the therian community (& the otherkin/alterhuman community as a whole, honestly), if you're trying to figure out your kintype and you're struggling I have an insider secret for you.

Just pick one. Just pick a label that feels good enough and run with it. Nobody is gunna challenge you and ask you, well how do you KNOW? and if they do, they're a fuckin weirdo and you can tell em to fuck off. You don't need to be 100% sure. You can actually just do what you want, forever. Maybe you'll realize it isnt for you and move on. Maybe you won't. Fuck it

[destiny-in-the-universe]

the brainrot is hitting again- i just found out that akumas are evil spirits in japanese folklore, and i swear to everything; let's just say now have ideas for one of my crossovers, but i also need to watch the new helluva boss episode later tonight- i'm just eating up content with a spork right now

[davemustaine]

Wearing my spreading the disease shirt today and a target employee comes over and goes WHY. Don't you LISTEN. When I try to talk to you

[egoborderline]

Whoever invented major depression with year(s) long episodes/groups of episodes should be vaporized i think

[willowser]

it is I, the anon who was rambling about proherodabi/assistant reader a little bit ago and I, Mmm. I haven't got the words to be honest. I dearly dearly love both dragon bakugou and werewolf bakugou (the shape of water DEEPLY a(e?)ffected me and I've been on the monster boyfriend train ever since) however-- WEREWOLF BAKUGOU HAS GOT SUCH A TIGHT GRIP ON MY HEART. I am dazzled by his past boyish charms and clutching my pearls at his present roughness. just really kicking my feet at it all tbh. What I've seen so far is the exact thing I'm looking for in all the pnr romance books I read and I just love him so much and you do such a good job. so. yes. I'm terrible at ending things but hopefully ive created an accurate picture at how much i adore everything you write.

oh, hello again, sweet friend 🥺 i also have been whisked away on the monster boyfriend train !! first class ticket !! you're so kind 🥺 ty for taking the time to share your thoughts with me !!! they mean so, so much 🥺🩷 how lucky i am to have you here !!! reading my lil stories !!

teenage bakugou is — a menace alfjskeja i wanna throttle him !!! pinch his cheeks !!! he likes you so much and can't even admit it !!!

but adult bakugou 🥺 who is changed forever by his curse 🥺 he is unintentionally rougher around the edges, harder to get close to 🥺 but regardless of how much he bares his teeth, the little boy of him still resides deep in his heart, wanting for you, always 🥺

[dandyshucks]

i still feel a lot of weird shame about being a man-liker now (i used to not be into men as a general rule for YEARSSS because i'd had one too many bad exps with them in a variety of ways) because I worry it somehow makes me "not queer enough" or smth dsjfkl but . also ... I think the way I like men is in a very gay way. like there is nothing cishet about the way I like men fdsjkl and I'm not sure HOW that is, but the friends I've spoken to about this agree that the way i like men is in a distinctly gay way LFSDHFJKL

[raayllum]

hit upon an interesting realization regarding re: fandom fatigue in a way that i think is like, 75% internalized and maybe 25% external, which is to say: i’m tired of trying to convince people something is Good, particularly in the more than post 7-8 months since s4 aired. not that those feelings weren’t there before, but i’m tired of, idk. i don’t post to convince anyone of anything on purpose, but i’m definitely more hesitant to post theories now when i know they may attract more attention than i want in general, nevermind in an unsavoury way, or they’ll be cruel/smug when any given theory i’ve had is wrong or whatever. 

i’m not unaware of my high follower count and some of what that means in fandom, even if i do my best to ignore all of it because it’s Weird, but there have been times i’ve wondered about having another, secret side blog or something, just for meta or whatever, to have some distance. i’m tired of fanon / fandom / whatever else is attached to the show and the cast and crew filtering in and getting in the way of my enjoyment, i suppose. i’m here to engage with the story, not people, if that makes any sense?

i’m tired of seeing the same old arguments or points of contention about the same old things. i’m tired of the lack of faith or patience or grace for drawn out storytelling and bad faith reads. i’m tired of people pre-judging something before its released or finished. i’m tired of feeling like i have to convince people that i am a person, that my meta has merit since its based in what i got a degree in / make my livelihood in. tired of feeling like people take will always take my shit in bad faith or detract for whatever shallow reason they have, of people who ‘rebuttal’ but can’t actually analyse because like, i truly am all for different interpretations, but if you don’t ground that in an explanation and examples it’s just... so weak? an opinion, not meta.

and i think some of this overall fatigue has been compounded by pride month and the general somewhat emotional rollercoaster of the past 6ish months of my life all having overlap but

idk it makes me want to unplug and then re-plug myself into only the best of what i want to see and create and engage with. which is probably on me for not curating what i am seeing enough, or as much as i could be. but yeah, definitely time to reaffirm the Sign and start living by it again, because most of the time i do not have the bandwidth to even consider all this, but shit’s been hitting different lately & not in a fun way - so time to reassess, i suppose 

[yumemiruuuu]

okay no hear me out:

MO RAN IN THIS OUTFIT???????

[partiallystar]

i like animal crossing so much because it relates to me experience of being the only non-furry in the village

[kirayaykimura]

Inns and Outs

The thing about staying in inns with Obi, Shirayuki has noticed, is that almost everyone assumes they are together. As in, they would obviously like to share a bed. Which, honestly, Shirayuki wouldn’t be opposed to, but Obi seemed very set against it the one time she offered. 

“We’ve slept in the same bed before,” she’d reminded him when she sat down on their single bed and he made a comfortable nest out of pillows and blankets on the floor. 

“That was different,” he’d said. “Everyone else was there, too. Also, I did not sleep that night.”

So she didn’t push the issue when an innkeeper assumed they would only be needing one bed and Obi rattled off a bizarre story about having pugilistic sleeping habits, or when he declared that they were actually bitter exes forced to travel together one last time so Shirayuki could claim her rightful inheritance due to a small clause in her grandfather’s will. She also does not push the issue when Obi wistfully tells their current innkeeper, “I’m just the bodyguard. Wouldn’t be very appropriate to share a bed,” though she wants to because he isn’t just her bodyguard. He hadn’t been in a very long time, and it worries her to imagine he still thinks of himself so. 

The woman behind the desk raises an eyebrow. “Just a bodyguard, are you?” 

He laughs, delighted by her skepticism. “Now, ma’am, whatever could you mean by that?” 

“If I had a bodyguard who looked like you, and looked at me the way you look at her,” she says, turning her attention to Shirayuki, “I wouldn’t make him get a second bed is all I’m saying.” 

Obi heaves a mournful sigh and says, “Ah, damned by my own eyes. You caught me! I’m hopelessly pining. Take pity on me and don’t make me share a bed with the love of my life who does not love me back. It would be cruel.” He gave her a slight pout to really drive the point home. 

Like consciousness on the edge of a dream, Shirayuki brushes up against something that she could understand if only she could reach out just a little further, hold onto that thought a little longer. It slips away again when the innkeeper says, “Alright, then. Two beds it is. You’re wasting him, though.” 

Obi laughs. Shirayuki blinks. 

Once in their room, they settled into their separate beds. Obi on his back staring up at the ceiling, Shirayuki feeling a little like she’s trying to get away with something when she curls on her side to look at him. In the soft moonlight barely able to break through the clouds and their window, she can just make out Obi’s profile, the curve of his chest, the lean line of his stomach, legs that disappear under covers. When she looks back up again, she finds him staring back at her. 

“Can’t sleep?” he asks. 

She doesn’t know how to respond. There are so many thoughts, most of them confusing, floating around in her brain at the moment. She’s afraid that if she opens her mouth to speak, something nonsensical will come out like, “I want to see your knees.” In the end, she shakes her head, burrowing slightly further into her pillow. 

“Hey,” he says. “Everything alright?” 

Of course he would notice. To not worry him, she finds her voice long enough to say, “Yes.” 

He turns his head slightly to look over at her, clearly unconvinced, and says, “If this is about what happened earlier, it was all a joke, okay? You know that. I love messing with innkeepers.” 

“I know,” she says. She did know. What she had no clue about was why it made her feel so off. With a good night’s rest, though, she should be right as rain. Resolving to put the conversation to bed with herself, she turns on her other side and says, “Goodnight.” 

“Goodnight, miss,” comes his soft reply. 

That night, she dreams of hands reaching out but never touching. And fish for some reason, but that probably has nothing to do with anything. 

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

I found my relatives who are estranged because they left the cult (among other, much more complicated things)… and through their friends list I found my creepy uncle who I saw exactly once in person, walking through a foyer at a funeral.

Now, I bear a striking resemblance to my late grandmother so I could theoretically scare the living bejeezus out of him… 👀 but I’m not going to do that or talk to any of them right now in any way; because I don’t want to open that can of wormssssssss