#They need it

[kibby-reaper]

queenie can afford a little therapy for the boys can't she

- mod kibby

[dragon-64]

Spa day without the kids.

[cupophrogs]

Was daddy longleg mad or sad about mommy's death

“Perhaps it’s wishful thinking, but I wish I could’ve saved Mommy. She was as much a victim of this wretched place as I, she deserved better.”

[baatarthefirst]

Can we not call Rayllum toxic?

The word "toxic" is getting thrown around a lot and gives the wrong impression. At best it says 'these two are simply bad for each other and shouldn't be together', but that really isn't the case. I do think they could use a bit of therapy, but that's not an insult to either of them. Let's face facts, everybody in the show needs some form of therapy (even Janai and Amaya, and Runaan and Ethari would benefit from some professional help). I'm talking about sending everyone to grief, group, couples and one-on-one therapy. The only character in the entire series who may not need therapy is Barius the Baker (and maybe Opeli and Corvus, because I still can't decide whether they need therapy or just a long vacation). But back to the point. I wouldn't call these two toxic because they aren't horrible to each other. They enjoy each other's company and work well together. They're not overly jealous or always fighting, they do listen to each other and try to take each other's needs into account.

What's the problem, then? They do seem to be suffering co-dependantancy, which is never healthy. But while we can't really say it's technically a healthy relationship, that doesn't automatically make it toxic. With some work they become a very healthy couple and saying they're toxic implies otherwise. So instead of 'toxic', I like to think of them as a good couple with some (pretty understandable in context) issues to work through.

[guarding-the-veil]

Dragon Age: The Veilguard? Also known as Dragon Age: Solavellan Couple’s Therapy

[partyinpoison]

Psst

Guess what I just watched

[petercushingscheekbones]

when you ditch your boyfriend for superheaven/hell

saw somebody say loki went to superhell and i had to do this

[nekohime19]

Okay, soooo… can we talk about the ‘I'm gonna call out the monkeys bullshit!’ thing going on in a lot of fics 😅 ? I've seen it a lot, usually it's ‘I'm gonna call out Macaque’ or ‘I'm gonna call out Wukong’ and, well, okay I'm in for some monkey angst or the monkeys getting the consequences of their actions but there is so much unnecessary hatred sometimes.

Like… please, they both messed up, 😔. Can we acknowledge that? I just feel like everyone (and I mean everyone down to Chang'e??? Who is literally on the moon and never interacts with anyone much??) is hating either Wukong or Macaque. And while okay the monkeys should feel the consequences of their actions… When the whole cast is against one monkey and hates him so viciously, it just makes me sympathize with the monkey getting all the hate.

Am I the only one who just wants to put those monkeys in blankets and pet them on the head and say it's gonna be okay?? Maybe it's just too much angst for me or my fluffy heart is coming out, idk.

I think I'm just gonna avoid those ‘I'm calling out’ fics now ‘cause I can’t handle that much angst, 😭.

Like please I love both monkeys equally.

Anyway, it was just a rant of mine, you can disagree, no hate.

[blackhole-doodles]

AGAGGAGAAG I LOGE SNOWBASKET LIKE AAAA

[narlwhal-in-a-trashcan]

I think in Alecto the ninth harrow and Gideon should go to couples therapy

[sassypantsjaxon]

Robin and Sanji both being lonely book kids is just so

[anticidic]

In a kingdom not too far away, where love blooms like early spring,

there is a ball for the royal ladies and gentleman that follow Guivre.

It is said the prince will choose his bride this night, perhaps they will share a song of love and delight,

And when the strike of midnight descends, do not let their fairytale end.

“I want to dance, here, right now, with you.”

“Huh?” Dazai looked up from his struggle of adjusting his foot in the heeled shoe and set it down on the floor with a light click. The softest, most deafening sound between them as he waited for Chuuya to elaborate. But it never came. “You said you wanted to dance—with me? Here? In front of all these people?”

He chewed on his lower lip thoughtfully and cast his gaze across the room. Skirt ends and dress edges grazed the wood in circular twirls. Dozens or more shoes clicked louder than his own, as hollow and floaty as the crowds gathered in hand under the sparkle of chandeliers. A distant piano tucked away in a far corner filtered song through the room in soft key.

Dazai took in the entire sight laid before his eyes. Everything except for the pair of eyes just above and in front of him, waiting expectantly with a hand coated in leather outstretched. And Chuuya still didn’t respond. His smile simply grew wider, but softer.

“Silly Chuuya, don’t you remember what happened last time?” Dazai kicked his feet up and shook the half-dangling shoe off. It toppled over the other shoe he also gave up on trying to put on. Defeated. “You were keeping track of how many times I stepped on your feet while you were trying to teach me how to dance, and now you really want to risk us both embarrassing ourselves in front of an entire crowd?”

“I wouldn’t be here offering my hand in dance if I didn’t want to,” Chuuya said. “It’s about enjoying yourself, with me. Not about what others think. Here.” Getting down on one knee, he picked up one of the shoes and motioned for Dazai to slide his foot inside. “Would it help to imagine that we’re in the forest by your castle surrounded by nothing but trees and the animals you’re so fond of?”

“Not at all, because these are living, breathing people, almost too many people,” Dazai shot back. “I feel their eyes on me even though I haven’t gotten up. I’ve felt tiny and insignificant before, but never quite like this. I’m afraid they’re a pack of wolves out there and I am but the lamb for them to tear apart. I feel myself losing my voice already.”

A hand wrapped around his own, pulling him up before he could protest. An arm snaked around his waist and rested at the small of his back.

“Hey, it’s okay. None of the people in my kingdom know your identity if that’s what you’re worried about. The Queen doesn’t exist here in this moment. It’s just us.”

The sea of people made waves along the floor and Chuuya guided Dazai into that very sea to be lost among them under the lights, guided by wordless song. Every step of Chuuya’s was precise, practiced more than ten or twenty times over into the late night compared to Dazai’s pitiful spins and sways bathed in sunlight with wild animals for an audience. Dazai even felt himself grow stiff as his muscles locked. But he could not get it out of his head that every young woman’s laugh was directed at him or collective heads turned in their direction to watch them. Analyze them under a microscope. Mentally go down the list and dictate whether someone like him was a proper guest of honor for the prince to dance with.

“Just focus on your movements and loosen your muscles,” Chuuya whispered, pausing mid-step to drum his fingertips along Dazai’s spine. “Stepping on my foot will be my least concern. You’re gonna fall or twist your ankle if you don’t relax.”

��Right,” Dazai breathed and let his eyes flutter shut.

Their fingers laced together, with Dazai’s other hand planted on Chuuya’s shoulder. He tore down the reminders of the grand hall and imagined towering trees in its stead. Gone were the people. They became a herd of colorful animals reflected beneath the sun’s rays. The wind whistled low, through his hair. Then it picked up, carrying a crystal-clear voice through the air that reached his ears alone.

It sounded a lot like Chuuya: the words heavy and spilling over with emotion.

Not a love poem. He was almost sure it was not a love poem. But when Dazai listened, his breath came faster, and he wondered if he was remembering something he had lost.

Chuuya was the melody of love, and Dazai heard him now.

It was just the two of them and nothing else mattered.

Nothing else mattered.

As he opened his eyes to the scent of rose petals dipped in succulent wine and the piano joined by jazz and a vocalist, the world around them seemed to fade. Lights above glowed like the sun. The wave of bodies carried them center stage and Chuuya held on even tighter. Every person lost their face but Dazai heard them the same: subdued by song just as he became. Only the face nearly pressed against his own looked back, eyes tender as he felt Chuuya’s breath tickle his cheek—close as kisses.

In one moment, Dazai was lost. In another, he was whisked away by song again.

[null-doesnothing]

For your consideration, TWRP chasing an ice cream truck

if you couldn't tell, I am not only bad at perspective, but also at drawing cars, and also at posing characters quickly, so since this is an artblock killer we're all gonna have to deal with the fact that this is kind of shit. ITS FUN THOUGH!!!! ty for the suggestion ily whoever you are

oh also featuring nsp because I know only one man who can drive a car and that's brian. as far as I'm concerned he's the only guy who can drive ever

[bon2bonn]

At this point of season driver!y/n will go up to Charles , Carlos and lewis saying : "hey , I know a great spot!" Then drop them at a therapist

[tribow]

Every time, and I mean literally EVERY TIME I have shown up in an empty local restaurant by myself I see the faces of the staff light up a bit. They always try to strike up a little small talk with me and the conversation ALWAYS ends up being about how their business is struggling.

These people just want to run their humble little restaurants, but the big companies like McDonalds or whatever else just hog all the business.

They don't have drivethroughs, the money to hire more staff, the ability to look more presentable, or whatever other advantages those massive companies have.

One chef told me how big companies have been using fake restaurant names on food delivery services just to sell more food and it takes away business from the local restaurants.

It's...really upsetting how often I've heard this. I've been stopping by a lot of local restaurants during work breaks or on the way home because of my terrible habit of leaving home without eating. So I've had plenty of opportunities to hear good news from any of these places and I've got none.

Where I live, my small town really appreciates the local restaurants. They're an important staple to our town's culture. You got people showing up at town hall meetings just to defend the local restaurants and make sure they get good business.

So, it's very sad to see the state of other local restaurants. I'd love to do something more than show up at their door, but that's all I can do.

Fuck