#WHAT ARE YOU ODING TO ME

[simcardiac-arrested]

compensation :-]

CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME

[ode2rin]

“it is because of your negligence that we're stuck here with each other,” you spat at him, the words laced with a bitter edge, and rin couldn't ignore the way you emphasized each word as if it were a weapon.

and from the way his chest was contracting against his ribcage, maybe they were indeed sharp knives out to get him. 

rin felt the weight of your accusation pressed against his chest, a stark contrast to the sweet nothings the two of you once exchanged beneath the sheets of love, where “i love you's” had been met with smiles, and the world had seemed so full of promise.

but now, things had taken a dark turn, and neither of you could pinpoint when or how it had all gone wrong. you wouldn't tell him– wouldn't let him turn things around.

rin's anger flared, his words escaping through clenched teeth. "my negligence? you're really pinning this on me, again?"

your eyes locked onto his, a warning in their depths. "don't go there."

he pushed on, relentless, ��go where? you know i'm right. you always pin things against me.”

you didn’t respond , but you looked at rin in a way that made him want to fall on his knees and beg you — beg you to just tell him what more he can do for you to stop looking at him like this.

only if it was that easy, no — because it was a look of indifference, a look in your eyes that’s telling him none of his words were right anymore, and everything he says had not been good enough to attempt to fix things.

“let's just tell them we're done and leave this shitty reunion,” rin suggested with a note of finality.

“i should have known you'd suggest something as selfish as you,” you countered, shaking your head in disbelief. “this isn't about us. so don't you dare ruin this too, itoshi rin.”

the word ‘too’ hung in the air, a relentless echo that reverberated through the room, each syllable like a blade, cutting into rin's heart. it felt like a never-ending loop, a supercut of all he had lost and ruined - nights filled with piercing arguments, when your voices were raised until your throats ached, and the bed you had once shared had become a cold, lonely expanse. just how much of you had he shattered beyond the point of no return?

the ensuing silence was thick and suffocating, it enveloped the room, creating an atmosphere so tense you could almost hear the creaking of the floorboards under its weight. 

two old friends, once lovers, now trapped in a forced reunion getaway, compelled to act like a couple when their love had long since turned to ashes.

perhaps it was pride that you couldn’t admit it was partly your fault too. you should’ve told your friends about it the moment he took his things out of your shared apartment. there had been numerous chances, yet you clung to false hope, bargaining for a lost cause, and desperately wishing for a change that was never meant to be.

foolish. that's what it felt like - a foolish hope. you knew it was over the moment he couldn't bring himself to respond to your declaration that you were done.

“uhm, guys?”

as if on cue, isagi's head appeared at the slightly ajar door of your designated room,

“is everything fine? the tour guide is already downstairs, so…” he trailed off, his gaze shifting between you and rin, sensing the tension.

“we're—” rin began to say, but you immediately cut him off.

“everything's fine! just one of rin's moods,” you chimed in, forcing a smile as you turned towards isagi. “right, baby?” you said, addressing rin with a strained cheerfulness.

isagi chuckled, seemingly oblivious to the emotional maelstrom in the room. “must be it, then. i don't know how you dealt with that for five years, y/n.”

and there, amidst the oblivious laughter, it struck you. 

five years.

“yeah,” you admitted with a tinge of sadness, “five years of loving him would make you immune to it,” you thought, the words choking in your throat.

isagi, still in the dark, laughed lightly. “i guess so. we'll wait for you downstairs.” and with that, he left you alone with the relentless weight of your unresolved feelings.

for a moment, you and rin remained silent, but when you met his gaze, it was as though he wanted to ask a hundred different questions to comprehend what you meant about being immune to it.

but you beat him to the punch. “we'll tell them on our last day, and then pray to god that we never have to talk to each other again.” with that, you left rin to grapple with his thoughts, leaving the room heavy with the unspoken truth.

and right then and there, it struck him that the answer to when and how things had unraveled for both of you had been staring rin in the face all along. it was just that he wasn't ready to see it.

note. and i offer you: an excerpt from an idea i scraped :D

[kryptid-kat]

We should normalize being the average artist who never really goes viral and is happy in their lane creating for their own sake (be it commissions, or art for themselves).

The clout chaser mentality of all social media sites rotted our brain where we can't find value in our work unless it has a big number besides it.

Create for yourself, not to please some elusive algorithm that changes on a whim and pushes you back to square one.

[izel-scribbles]

just finished malevolent relisten. needless to say the obsession has been rekindled tenfold its previous magnitude

[kyo-hiki]

im not projecting, im not projecting

[livebloggingmydescentintomadness]

the wonders of an adhd: i still regularly forget my qpp's birthday despite knowing her for almost two decades, but 10+ years ago i memorized the lyrics of the ode to joy in german (i language i don't speak) and i can still sing them at the slightest provocation.

[macabreblublu]

Ok, now who the hell would start posting Vessel’s identity on Pinterest?

Literally was just looking for a reference for Vessel’s mask at different angles last night and then b a m

It’s on the top of all of the photos.

Night ruined, I couldn’t even stop thinking about it

[creepyeyesandfrogs]

if venom returns only to bond with flash thompson and never sees eddie again i'm gonna fucking riot

[etherealspacejelly]

one thing about me is that i love answering questions. you could ask me the most ridiculous hypothetical known to man and i will consider it with scientific curiosity and sincerity

[fredlikesbreakfast]

thinking (again) about @chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter 's harutaku headcanons. oog.

[eebie]

Grinds my teeth to dust…. i wish touch didnt have so many Implications. im just trying to survive out here

[schnaf]

day 23 aka THE COUNTDOWN IS OVER - jungsu's past birthday brrrr ppoppos

[goodsniff]

To address the big grey, candy corned horned elephant in the room. Yes I am a homosuck fan. I'm still mildly amused that people are so shocked that the nerds making animated shows, are into animated nerd shit? I've already been asked a few times so I've written out below what I think the Heeler's classpects would be.

HOWEVER unfortunately for all of you I am not only into Homestuck but am also a huge textual analysis nut for it. So before you can have dessert I'm going to use this as an excuse to lay out some of my fav pieces of writing regarding it. They sum up why I still have an immense reverence for this stupid piece of shit better than I could ever explain.

@hampermarketplace Why I can’t understand Homestuck

@some-triangles I’m trying to figure out why I like Davepetasprite so much.

@optimisticduelist2 & his wonderful YT channel

@mmmmalo is a never ending stream of interesting and intricate theories and I like to pretend I'm erudite enough to understand even half of them

There's too many artists still out there posting up and drawing extremely hard HS pics that I love to list out, but fruitegg has got to get a mention. Everything I attempt to do in my art when it comes to capturing the energy and attitude of living Aus she does far smarter and far funnier. It rules I have somehow fooled her into being my friend.

______

Alright done, here's what you wanted

Bandit: Bard of Hope Chilli: Mage of Hope Bluey: Knight of Void Bingo: Page of Light

Bandit & Chilli are straight forward enough. The thinking behind Bluey & Bingo is as follows. Doing a close reading of them as kids you could easily argue they're Breath/Hope players BUT. There used to be a few working theories around Hiveswap characters mistakenly imitating the wrong classpects. And though I don't think the girls are doing that, it feels to me like their youth is masquerading what their classpects would actually be.

As they're very clearly delineated active (Bluey) passive (Bingo) and so close as sisters, I reckon they'd be a full classpect pair. As much as I think Bluey would really suit Knight of Blood, there's ways Knight of Void would act as a perfect compliment to Bingo's Page of Light. A helpful, positive Knight of Void who protects her friends from despair, and is socially intelligent enough to weaponise people's unawareness/ignorance to her and her friends own advantage seems like a really exciting angle to analyse her through.

Finally, the only classpect I would bet my life on is Muffin being a Mage of Rage. 🤡

[pretentiouswreckingball]

I know some people care more about what a song says but I care more about how it sounds so, what song you enjoy listening to, music/sound wise?

[soup-is-here]

Mouthwashing Spoilers

TW: Addiction and Self Harm

I wanna go on about Swansea's final monologue but it's hard to put into words, but I'm gonna try anyways cause it's a short, but strong story about autonomy again. This post ended up significantly longer than I wanted though

It's the autonomy to choose the "less healthy" option because it's appealing to you. It's the moral assignment to normality and stability. An alcoholic is an alcoholic by choice, technically, but do they owe us otherwise? Is it morally reprehensible to enjoy taking LSD at a party? Should we see someone as less than because they relax with a xanax instead of a hot shower? It's not healthy. We know that. We've seen anti-drug ad after ad after ad. But is that the part that's morally wrong, in and of itself? Does enjoying the drugs and chaos make Swansea a worse person?

Like him talking about his entire life and ending it by saying between the "stable" "normal" life and him waking up every morning with a new hangover, he preferred the latter. People always talk about getting clean and fixing their lives and Swansea did it! He did the thing "good men" do! A wife and kids and a trade job and sobriety! He was doing it! He was finally "worth" something!

And he hated it! I mean I don't know if he actually hated/despised it, but he misses his previous life. He misses drugs and partying and living like you might not wake up the next day. He said the thing that changed him was seeing himself dead in a ditch under the bright beam of a streetlight. Now he's looking down the barrel of a gun. And as he looks down it, he looks back. That was his preference. It felt good to be like that. And he wouldn't be here if he stayed there

We always have a narrative about drugs or gambling or sleeping around where a person suddenly realizes that they aren't "doing anything" with their life and becomes stable and it's always played like addiction is a false pleasure. Swansea got to the stability people said would be the real pleasure of life and that just wasn't true for him. One bad paycheck could've been the difference between his stable life and falling apart anyways. His lifestyle was going to kill him someday apparently, yet he's staring down the barrel of a gun at his steady trade job to feed his wife and kids.

I don't know quite how to word it but Swansea is the poster child for rehabilitation. There's this weight to him saying his alcoholic period was the best time of his life. Like it just hits at that pang that makes people wear DARE shirts while smoking weed and post those videos of smoking 100 cigarettes at once. Anti-vaping ads tell you about the damage they do to your body but everyone knows that already. Everyone knows "this is what your brain looks like on drugs." I smoke medical marijuana and it isn't good for my lungs but it's good for my pain. Doing drugs isn't good for me and I know that and that's sorta the point sometimes.

I don't know it's just this weird pang where I know what Swansea means, just not to nearly the same extent. I don't have an addiction so I don't think I could fully understand it. Maybe a better thing I could relate it to for myself is self harm. It's not healthy sure, but who do I owe health? Myself? Other people? And what is healthy? Is it feeling better now? Is it resisting now and feeling worse for it until it stops? What if the coping skills I learn make it worse? What if they make it better? Do I want it to get better? Does Swansea want to get better? What would better feel like to either of us?

Who knows until you try. Swansea got a collared shirt, a mortgage, and a credit card. He got a job and a wife and kids. He got sober. He got healthier, depending on your definition.

But did he feel better? He's looking down a barrel of a gun and he has to decide if he feels better. It doesn't seem like he regrets his new life. He says he wants his kids to be better than him. He wants good things to happen for them. He saw himself as one bad slip away from falling again. I don't think he felt better though. I think he got healthier. He likely would've ended up in the ditch he dreamt about, but we don't know that. We also don't know if that's what he'd prefer. But, we do know he got healthier, depending on your definition.

[pjsk-story-summaries]

An Ode for the Pure of Heart Event Story Summary

TL;DR: After Tsukasa got sick, Saki asks Toya if he could fill in for a role at a wedding ceremony that day. The bride wants a spectacle to make her fiance smile, but after the director got in a minor car accident, they feared the show would have to be cancelled. Rui, who had come to check on Toya at Tsukasa's request, offers to take on the role so the show could go on.

Rui chooses three people to "propose" to the bride right before the vows- a basketball player, origami artist, and Toya, who said his special skill was singing. One of the actors was offended he was not chosen and stormed off, leaving Rui with an empty slot for a dance team leader. Toya calls in Akito, who reluctantly agrees after Toya explains the determination to succeed shared by all participants. An, who happened to by walking by, also joined.

The show went very smoothly. Toya's singing amazed all the guests, and the grand finale of a drone-assisted petal shower left them all with a smile on their face.

At school the next day, Rui thanks Toya, Akito, and An for their help before running off. Just as An and Akito admit Rui's not such a bad guy, an explosion of flower petals goes off in the distance.

Fan translation (eiyuuou) / Official English YouTube Upload

Chapter 1: After a practice one day, Toya receives a frantic phone call from Saki asking if he'd take Tsukasa's spot as an extra for the day, since he'd gotten sick. Toya agrees.

Before, Saki had been trying to get in touch with Rui, but since he'd been out shopping with Len, he didn't notice the missed called until later. He calls back, and Tsukasa asks if Rui could go to the wedding and check on Toya.

Chapter 2: When Toya arrives at the venue, he learns that the role is an extra for a surprise flash mob during the ceremony. Toya thinks the idea is cute, but isn't certain about some logistics. Shortly after they split off to practice, the organizers learn that the director is no longer able to come after a minor traffic accident. They fear they'll have to cancel the spectacle altogether.

Toya leaves the venue, saddened by the events. Suddenly, he runs into Rui.

Chapter 3: Toya explains the situation to Rui. Nearby, the bride officially cancels the surprise. Toya asks if this is really what she wants- she reveals that her fiance had done the same for her when he proposed, and she wants to see him smile for this. Hearing this, Rui offers to direct.

Chapter 4: The rest of the extras hesitate to trust Rui at first. Despite this, he immediately begins delegating. He decided to change the script from one fake proposal to three, as to clue in the audience immediately that this is a show. Rui asks what talents the extras have. Toya reflexively almost says violin or piano, but decides on singing. Rui chooses a basketball player, origami artist, and Toya.

Chapter 5: A snobby extra questions Rui's choices. He believes that he should have been one of the ones selected. Rui affirms that he chose who he believes will be best, since everyone here is the same skill level. Enraged by this, the extra storms off.

Rui's struggling to determine a leader for the dance portion. Toya decides to call in Akito to take the other guy's spot, much to his disdain. Rui tries picking a fight with Akito to rile him up into saying yes, but Akito sees through it. Toya explains why Rui's directing in the first place and why this ceremony means so much to the bride. Akito reluctantly agrees.

Chapter 6: Toya is awed by the person Rui is when he's directing. Rui admits that his obsessive nature often leads to people leaving. Toya understands Rui's intentions, thinking of his father's similar love of classical music. Toya tells Rui about his team's determination to surpass RAD WEEKEND.

The final rehersals are going smoothly, though Rui's not too satisfied with the ending. Len pops in to suggest something.

Chapter 7: An happens to walk by the venue just as things are starting, floored to find Akito there. Someone on the dance team had just twisted their ankle, so he forces An to fill the role.

Just before vows are shared, the show begins. Though all the extras did great, Toya's singing stole the show. Rui also gets a last-minute idea to include even passerbys in the flash mob before raining down flower petals from a drone. Everyone is smiling.

Chapter 8: The next day at school, An, Akito, and Toya discuss the events of the previous day. An's happy to have helped, but Akito demands pancakes. Rui stops by to thank them all, and offers his support if they ever want help with an event. He also tells them to open the classroom windows before running off. An and Akito admit Rui's a better guy than they initially thought. Immediately, something explodes in the distance. Flower petals dance through the air.