#They're just sad

[acewithwords]

hello, hope you're having an amazing day!!!! i feeling extra angsty today, soo artw boys being in love with mc who is in love with someone else? basically unrequited or one-sided love lmao

also if it's not too much, can we have rigel too?

please make it extra angsty i want to cry today 😭😭

have a nice day! stay safe! lots of love <3

Wooo better be ready for this.

Genre: Angst (You've been warned)

☆ Arcatus:

- He's completely heartbroken about it

- But he would try not to show it at all. There would be a few who noticed that there was something wrong though.

-He'd probably cry a bit at night but then act all smiling the next day.

- You two had spent a lot of time together ever since you had arrived in Bound Aralyn. He thought you were absolutely amazing. You had helped out a lot in the Guide committee and stood up for him when needed. He was absolutely smitten for you!

- He wanted to be completely honest with you about his feelings but then you told him that you were in love with someone else before he could say anything.

-He was upset for a brief moment before putting a smile back on his face and telling you how much he'd want to do to support you.

-Deep down he was crushed but to him you were more important!

-You were incredibely important to him but if you didn't reciprocate how he felt he still wanted to be with you no matter what.

☆ Spica:

- He won't show it at all but you can tell he's crushed when he realizes you don't love him back.

- In the beggining, you seemed to be another person with a lot of potential.

- Slowly but surely you began to work your way right into his heart.

- He always loved the little things about you and the moments you two shared together.

- You often spent time together in the meeting room while waiting for the others whether it be through conversation or just sitting together in silence.

- He planned to talk to you about it until he noticed the way you were acting with someone else.

- It was clear you were in love with them.

- His eyes widened in shocked before he brushed it off and walked away.

- He'd eventually confirm with you about your relationship with them and when you told him that you were in love he remained silent before assuring his full support.

- He cares a lot about you but if you truly don't reciprocate his feelings then that's fine.

- He buries himself in his work just to avoid his feelings.

- Even if he cannot be the one by your side he'll set aside his feelings for you out of respect and make sure that you're doing alright.

☆ Vega:

- He stays silent when he realizes you're in love with someone else.

- He's in a lot of pain (emotionally).

- It's clear that he's hurt about it. So, he's mostly in his head trying to process his emotions.

- He keeps himself busy with training. But, he couldn't avoid you.

- Even if his love is unrequited, it won't stop him from staying by your side to protect you. At the end of the day, you're someone who has played an incredibely important role in his life. Even if he can't be with you romantically he refuses to lose you again.

- It hurts every time you leave him behind to spend time iwth your lover. He desperately wishes that it could be him instead.

-He stays silent though, as you wave him goodbye. He knows you'll never feel the same as he does, but he'll keep quiet if it means you're happy.

☆ Alpheratz:

- He tries avoiding you for a while by sleeping in a lot of places barely anyone could find him.

-It does not work that well. Somehow, you still manage to find him.

-He understands you don't feel the same way as him and he won't force you either. But, it hurts him deep down even if he tries to act calm about it.

-He's not really sure how to deal with all the emotions he's feeling with. Sure, he's been alive for hundreds of years but he's rarely ever had to deal with a broken heart himself.

- He's never been the type to fall in love easily so it stings a lot more than he thought it would

-He will never force you into anything, but it won't stop him from gazing at you lovingly from a distance.

☆ Pollux:

-He's feeling confused, sad and frustrated all at the same time.

-He could never hate Summoner but he hates that even if you aren't in love with him he's still infatuated with you.

☆ Sirius:

-He's had crushes before! This isn't the first time he's dealt with being rejected...but why does it hurt so much more with you?

- He admires you a lot. You were his friend, even more than that actually.

-He tries to push you away, trying to isolate himself away. But, it doesn't work. It never does when it comes to you,huh?

-A part of him wants to lash out but he does his best, even if it's clear that he's upset.

-At the end of the day, you're Summoner, a friend of his. He'll take some time to think it over though. Sometimes, there are things he just wants to deal with alone.

-You did so much for him. So, let him stay by your side, even if you don't feel the same.

☆ Rigel:

- Plays it off casually.

- He acts incredibely calm and suave but internally he's a mess.

- He knew this would happen He was already infatuated with you since the beggining. So, why must you be so cruel?

- This won't stop him from saving you from yourself though.

- He can't force it though that's a given obvious.

- But, a part of him wants you to be in love with him as much as he's in love with you.

- You've spent so much time together. It was incredibely painful how hard he fell for you even if he wouldn't admit it

- He acts the same way as he does usually. If, he can't be your lover, then he'll be someone else to you.

-As long as he gets to be there in your life, whether good or bad. That's enough for him.

- He already knew you wouldn't feel the same way he did.

- You rarely ever got a chance to interact after all. But, everytime you managed to spend sometime together he can't help but fall a bit more in love.

--

- So, why does it still hurt him this badly?

- You were nothing but a troublemaker honestly. Wherever you went, chaos always followed.

- At first, he ignored you. He really could care less about you unless it came to you hurting the people he cared about especially the Queen Tet members.

-And yet, here he was. He was an absolute mess even if he refused to show it.

- The first time you interacted, you just seemed to be another face in the crowd of students, until you went up to him directly with Pollux.

- You were a lot different from what he expected. You were a shining star, brighter than any constellation he laid his eyes on before. You had earned his respect with the way you were like.

- Now, how was he supposed to feel. You were the last person he expected to be in love with, for star's sake! All he could do was sigh.

- The only thing he can do now is watch from the distance. That was life after all. Even if fatehad different plans, he had to accept that his feelings for you wouldn't go away.

-He will love you even if he knows you won't look his way.

Author's note:

Sorry if it's a bit occ. Somehow several things kept happening while I tried writing this and I find it hilarious. I've been distracted by in real stuff lol. So, most of my requests are sitting in my inbox but I promise I will get to them. Thank you for your patience!!

[inkskinned]

the tradwife movement is the same as it has always been - back in the kitchen, back to breeding - it just has better branding.

when i was younger, i hated pink. i was not like other girls. this is now something i'm embarrassed of - this was not me being a "girl's girl."

but it was expressing something many of us felt at the time: i literally wasn't what girlhood was supposed to be. this is a hard thing to explain, but you know when you're not performing girlhood correctly. it isn't as easy as "i liked x when girls liked y" - because there were other girls that liked x, too - but i never figured out exactly the correct way to like x, or to be interested in y.

now there is the divine feminine. this is the same rhetoric it has always been: women are biologically driven to like pink and ribbons and submitting to our husbands.

the problem is that the patriarchy found a better PR team. because yes, actually, i want every woman to have the choice to be a homemaker. i also want her taken seriously for her legitimate home-making labor. i want her to be recognized as also having a job, just unpaid. i want men to have this opportunity, too.

but it is no longer "i made this choice and I love it." instead it is a sixteen-paragraph rant about how selfish it is that my generation isn't having kids. instead it's long videos about how if you feed your children processed foods, you're going to kill them. instead it is "this is what womanhood is supposed to be. i feel bad for any other choices you're making."

the shame spiral is just prettier. it is large houses devoid of personality. it is the implication: if you don't have this, you aren't happy. the solid, everlasting assurance: women are actually supposed to be submitting. this is the default. this is the natural state of things. all other attempts inflict suffering.

but you can no longer say i'm not like other girls. you can no longer reject this image completely. you cannot find it revolting, even if you know that the underbelly is toxic and festering. sure, it is the same repackaged patriarchy. but the internet does not have shades of grey. you should support and reward other women! your disgust is actually internalized misogyny. not because you are seeing a vision of yourself the way they're trying to train you to be. not because you feel her ghost pass within an inch of your earlobe. not because your father will eventually ask you - why can't you be like her?

because they figured out how to make it beautiful: women will sell other women on this idea, and we will find the singular loophole in feminism. sure, she's shaming you in most of her videos. sure, she implies that a different life is obscene. but she just wants you to be happy! you'd be happier if you were listening!

and the whole time you're sitting there thinking: i'd actually just be happier if i had that kind of money.

[mizgnomer]

Parallels - Good Omens Seasons One & Two - Part One

Links to [ Part Two ] [ Part Three ] [ Part Four ] [ Part Five ]

[lotus-pear]

charm stat at debonair ‼️‼️

[1ddiscourseoftheday]

Liam was a boy, and then a man, who suffered so much trauma and pain. He was bullied as a child and then lived a nightmare that I think none of us can really imagine of having that triggering experience replicated on a literally global public scale. He became a man who inflicted trauma on others. He was an addict who was unable to find a way out of that disease, and now never will, but who was open and vulnerable about his struggles. He was an incredibly talented musician and artist and an absolutely integral part of one of the most important bands of a generation; his voice and songwriting and skill in the studio shaped every aspect of what One Direction became at their best. He loved that band and being a part of that experience with his whole being and would never have stopped celebrating what they meant to us and to the world. He had problems and did bad things; that doesn't mean he was a bad person who didn't deserve to be loved and helped to heal- everyone deserves that- and the fact that that's not something that can ever happen now is devastating. I was very distressed by many of his actions; and I cared deeply about this man I didn't know and wished for better for him than this outcome.

I'm so deeply, deeply SAD tonight. I'm sad for Liam, who will never now have the chance to look back on this hard time and reflect on how far he's come, and for Liam's family, for his parents and his sisters who loved and supported him so much, and for everyone in the 1D band family and circles. And I'm sad for us. It feels like nothing will ever be quite the same, and that's hard and sad and shocking. It's a special kind of doubled grief, to mourn the loss of the person, and also of what he meant to us in this strange world of parasocial fanning, for the real him and also for the version of him that we made up and attached so much meaning to and for the escape that brought us. For him, and also for the easy uncomplicated joy of listening to those beautiful songs from happier times, which might never feel the same again. For the other boys, who we love so much and wish we could shield from suffering and loss and pain. For our fellow fans, who we also worry about the impact of this on. Everything about this is terrible, and I am sending so much love out to all of you. We are not alone, and it's okay to feel complicated emotions and it's okay to mourn and it's okay to care about how it effects you and your life, whatever you're feeling- it's okay. We are here with you. We are 1D family.

[naomistares]

short comic about a queen's peculiar tower activities

(this is kind of unrelated to the rejoice mini comicverse i just wrote this dumb thing in 10 minutes cause i wanted to try horizontal comics pages 😭)

[autism-sprinkles]

I NEED to talk about ody and eury's conversation near the end of thunder bringer, like. dude they sound like Scared Children. those aren't men in war dude those are scared fucking kids. you can't tell me they didn't grow up together or Something.

"captain?," ",,i have to see her," ",but we'll die," ",,i know,"

YOU CANT TELL ME THEY DIDN'T SOUND LIKE SCARED KIDS :( THEY'RE SCARED AND THEY KNOW ONE OF THEM HAS TO LOSE THE OTHER QND THEY DONT WANT TO LOSE ANYONR ELSE.

AND THEY DIDN'T EVEN HUG OR ANYTHING??? THINK OF HOW MUCH SADDER ITD BE IF HE WENT ",,i know," AND JUST PULLED HIM INTO A HUG AND STARTED CRYING IM GONNA.

[egophiliac]

C'MON TO THE THEATER!

I love these guys so much. forget NRC, I want to attend their terrible disaster school for disaster children that might actually be plastered on top of the smoking remains of an actively sinking ship. I may or may not actually learn anything, but I will have the time of my life.

[sirfrogsworth]

Froggie Gets a Ring Light

I got a ring light to help demonstrate why people probably shouldn't get a ring light and then I accidentally took some bomb ass photos with a ring light.

Soooo... do what you want. I'm not your mom.

[lucabyte]

Taking pride in One's own appearance.

[fudgecake-charlie]

to my IRL(s) who keeps sending me disco elysium memes despite the fact i haven't played it in months THIS IS BECAUSE OF YOU. HELP ME. If people have ideas on this AU feel free to have fun with it considering I. have only a few!

[pocketgalaxies]

The silver color of the thread begins to fill with more golden light. (requested by @overnighttosunflowers)

[ionomycin]

mermay

[l-a-l-o-u]

If you want to help the struggling animation/VFX creators in Québec (Canada), please sign this petition!

Our government is trying to cut funding to projects from international clients. That's the MAIN thing keeping this industry thriving. 67% of us have already lost their job due to recent setbacks, including the Hollywood writers/actor strikes. I work in an animation school, and I can tell you almost none of our graduates are getting hired.

Please consider signing this petition to ask our government to open dialogue with industry representatives. You don't have to be Canadian to sign (but if you are, I doubly ask you to consider helping us!)

Translated version of the petition in english here.

[chipper-smol]

some warm up doodles of a lil guy (and kid)

[fatuismooches]

Dottore and his segments get a taste of their own medicine after giving you a job of your own. (In other words, you ignore their need for attention in favor of your work, they get pouty, just like you did.)

As of late, a peculiar sight had made its way into the lab. Actually, peculiar wasn't even strong enough of a word for the agents to use. They had nearly tripped over their feet once they saw the new area of their working quarters in the lab.

In addition to their Lord Harbinger's desk (that was shared amongst the segments depending on the day), there was now another desk on the opposite side of the room, and the cute decorations on it were quite noticeable. Photo frames and stationery. A comfortable and plush chair with a blanket that dropped over it.

... A plushie version of the Harbinger that laid on Dottore's desk, commissioned by you to motivate him.

(A side thought - the number of desks the Doctor had was something to wonder about. One in the lab, one in the office, one in the bedroom - no wonder things were always scattered around the place. But that was something for another day...)

And most importantly, you, Dottore's spouse, standing next to their Lord, rocking back on your heels nervously as he introduced you as their new co-worker.

—

It all began when you approached your husband with a very simple request.

"Dottie, I want a job!" You said with enthusiasm, smile as wide and proud as ever. The scientist paused his work and turned to look at you with a blank expression.

"... A job, you say?" You only puffed your chest out more at his confirmation.

"Yes, a job. I mean, being your lover is already a lot of work for my poor back, but I want to actually work with you! With your research and stuff, like the old days!" Your excitement was completely serious and were it not for your health, it would have been infectious for the scholar. Rarely did he ever meet anyone who was truly interested in his work. But of course, certain restrictions have held you back for a long time now.

"We've already been over this. My work is too dangerous for you," the Doctor sighed as he turned back around to continue whatever he was doing.

"I know, I know, but I meant other kinds of stuff. I've been thinking like... a desk job! It doesn't have to be anything dangerous! I could... sort papers for you? Oh, and you have one of those fancy stamps, right? I could stamp them too! I could rewrite your notes... ah, and the best part - I could help you write reports too! You always liked my essays, didn't you?" You were doing your best to provide Dottore with a convincing case, snuggling up against his firm back. Only another sigh escaped your husband, not really that convinced.

"Come on..." you inhaled his familiar scent, tinged with that laboratory smell that never seemed to go away, but somehow brought comfort to you. "I've been so bored lately... and lonely," you muttered the last part pointedly. "I just want some work to take my mind off things!"

Indeed, there was always limited entertainment and pastimes to occupy yourself with. It was especially boring on days you couldn't get out of bed, or when no segment could afford you attention...

"And you know what, I could give those agents of yours some writing tips, too!"

Yes, there had been many times his employees were not up to his standards, despite how many of them fawned over him (for some odd reason)...

"And I'll be helping you too! It's good for everyone."

Of course, you always felt rather good about yourself if you managed to help him, being the Second Harbinger and all...

"I suppose I shall give it some thought-" Before the man could finish his sentence you started squeezing him tightly while hopping in delight.

"Oh, thank you! So, when do I start? Do I get one of your huge desks too?"

"I didn't say yes yet, darling."

"Shh... we both know what you mean!"

—

And that was how you now clocked in at "work" every day with the agents (later than normal, but you had special privileges.) It was daunting at first for the poor souls, even the ones who secretly admired you from afar (being in the fan club and all.) Even though initially you were merely sorting papers, you were the most important person in that room.

However, soon enough, going to work in this dreary lab became a lot more cheery thanks to your sweet demeanor. Somehow, the atmosphere had become a lot less tense since the last time the segments visited.

The agents had little to no problem speaking to you like a normal person, after you had graciously given them tips on impressing the Harbinger.

"Psst..." you were hovering behind an unsuspecting agent, reading the report she had for Dottore, who jumped at your whisper. "You know, he might click his tongue if you give him that." Although her mask covered her face, you could see that half surprised at how you popped out of nowhere, and half agreeing with your words. Perhaps she felt comfortable enough to spill the situation to you.

"I-I am well aware of that," she deeply sighed, "but no matter what I write, my Lord always seems to be unsatisfied..." You patted her shoulder in sympathy. Having worked with Dottore since the Akademiya days, you knew very well of his distaste for certain things.

"Well, that's why I was hired, friend! To make his and your life easier! See, look here, that's a no-no, he wouldn't appreciate those details, mhm, but this needs to be elaborated on more, uh huh..." Of course, being the good spouse and employee you were, the report was converted into the best one that had ever landed on the Doctor's desk.

On your lunch break, they provided you with some juicy gossip about anything they could get their hands on (the fan club had long reaches, apparently.) Frequently you had to debunk things about Dottore... (the handbook was swiftly revised.)

Needless to say, things seemed to be going well. You looked happier. Motivated. Having new "friends" as your company (that still watched their mouth around you after a single glance from the segments.)

However... an issue arose after a while. One that seemed entirely stupid and impossible.

Now that you were so caught up in your work, when the segments finally had some spare time to come to you, they were... rejected. Yes, they had come to you, fully expecting your devoted attention and kisses that you always gave them without hesitation, but now turned away. (Even more embarrassing, sometimes in front of the agents who kept their eyes glued to their strange chemicals.)

—

It was Omega, of all segments, who was turned away first. The most confident and charming of the bunch left uncharacteristically silent. He had come up behind you and traced his hands against your neck, always being the one who had no shame in touching you. You only softly giggled at the sensation and caught his hand in yours.

"It seems you've been busy for a while, dear." In truth, it was mostly you seeking him out and not vice versa, but the segment hadn't seen you invading his office in a while. The space had gotten too quiet without you.

"Mhm! But I can't imagine how much work you do. My desk is nowhere as cluttered as yours," you smiled as you felt the segment kiss your lashes.

"What do you say to a break with me?" Omega offered, already knowing what your eager response would be.

"Nah, I can't right now."

...

Your words took a few seconds to process through his head.

"Pardon?"

"I have all this work, 'Mega, and other people need my help," you shrugged your shoulders as you swung your legs. "But don't worry. I'm sure we can spend some time later!" You kissed him on the cheek and pulled your chair in before continuing your work.

Omega, the greatest segment, was reduced to a blankly staring man who had been deprived of his lover's attention for the first time.

He was irritable for the rest of the day.

—

Beta was next, the poor thing.

You were always the one he blew off steam to, always willing to listen about his gripes and complaints, offering him consolation in the form of kisses and soft words.

However, you hadn't come to visit in so long, the segment was all pent up and now the agents were beginning to fall victim to him.

Fine then - he'd seek you out. Not because he needed you or missed you or anything of the sort. You were just... halting his progress with the lack of your presence. Yes, that was it.

And so the scientist, donning his grand pink bow tie, swung by your desk.

"So this is where you've been? How boring." Beta was not a segment that you'd want to do paperwork. He much preferred to be hands-on.

"Ah, Beta!" You brightened in delight at seeing one of your lovers. "I missed you!" At least you were always honest about your feelings.

... But to cut a long story short, Beta faced the same conundrum that Omega did.

Someone got turned into a floating Ruin Machine that day.

—

By now all the segments had experienced being turned away from work. Alpha's signature scowl had become permanent. Zandy was pouting the whole day as he missed his parent. Foxttore kept to himself with a pathetic sopping wet eye. His segments were fighting with each other inside his mind, a great nuisance.

All because you were too absorbed with your work to pay them any attention.

... The Doctor was now realizing that it sounded like a very familiar tune sung by you. So this was what you felt for days on end? Now, it was easier for him to understand why you were always upset if you were ignored too much.

Still, it was mortifyingly embarrassing that his segments were reduced to this pitiful state just because you rejected cuddles a few times. Regardless, it was up to him to solve the issue. After all... he missed you too. He wanted you to be around him more often again.

And so the Doctor made his way to his beloved.

There you were, all cozy on your seat as you sorted through some papers. Really, he had no clue you'd be this productive, to be honest. At least it was proof that your health hadn't gotten worse, considering how well you were handling this.

"Aren't you the one who kept saying to take breaks?" His voice made you jump a bit, having not heard him walk up.

"It's you, Dottie! I was wondering when you'd come around. And of course, I take breaks, Dottore. I have lunch with the other agents!" Ah, another party that's been hogging your attention.

"You know, this job has been pretty fun, Dottore! Everyone's real nice, we make jokes, I get to write about interesting things..." You continued to go on about the research and while usually he'd be intrigued by your findings, this time he had enough.

Dottore picked you up like a long cat as you squealed from the sudden grasping.

"What are you doing?!"

"You're coming with me," was his cut and dry response as he lifted you into his arms.

"B-But I have to work on the big report for Pantalone!" Dottore's eye twitched at the mention of the banker.

"Someone else can."

"But I-"

"I'm not listening to anything you say further," he plainly said as he walked with you cuddled into his chest as you gawked at him.

Could he be... jealous? A wee bit lonely? You kept your guesses to yourself as he eventually bought you back to his room and laid you on his bed, not even saying anything to you before sitting at his desk.

Did he simply miss your presence that much? You felt a bit bad neglecting your lovers that much. But to be fair, they kinda did the same... sometimes. You got up to console your silly husband, who was just a man in your hands.

"Hey... I missed you too, dear husband... but I had to make sure no one stole the title of best assistant from me!" Dottore only sighed at your foolishness.

Of course no one could ever replace you.

"I know you'd rather die than admit it... but don't worry. You're lucky I'm sensitive to your feelings," you teased as you kissed the top of his mask. "I'll pay more attention to you and the segments, before they cause another headache for you, love. You'll give me some vacation time off, right?"

You laughed at your own joke before Dottore pulled you into his lap, biting down hard on your neck.

—

"Beloved, would you care to join me in discussing your work?"

"You fool, they're obviously coming to my lab to activate a new Ruin Machine."

"But [Name] is supposed to play with me today!!"

"As if, they're far too busy to join you all with your silly games."

"You all will stress them out with this arguing. Now, why don't you join me for a cup of coffee instead?"

"Grr, gr gr, grr!"

It was good to be loved so deeply.