#WHAT TE ACTUAL FUCK

[person4924]

men with jewelry.

[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

[spearxwind]

not fucking AI generated art on the tumblr radar 💀💀💀💀💀

[qcomicsy]

Do I find Damian incredible annoying? Yes Will I fight every single motherfucker who resumes his entire character to violent and 'bad'? Also Yes.

[unironicallytes]

so my partner works at renaissance faires sometimes

well so this is fairly common, but they get approached and are handed a tiny scroll, first the one on the right

so they open it up and go "...OH."

"my partner would love this!!! thank you random Dark Brotherhood recruiters." and the people giving out the scrolls go "ah. I see. your partner will be needing this then..." and just

I love these so much. they put em on the NICE paper, pulled out the yellowed, smooth parchment for what amounts to a one-off joke, and frankly, I respect the hell out of it LOL. my dumbass gonna put these in tiny frames they're so fun.

"hey Shea btw whats with the bones as paperweights?" my sibling in Sithis don't worry about it (they are ethically-sourced salvage that I happen to have laying around for craft purposes)

[electoons]

giving my ldb a daughter. embarrassing for all involved. mostly me

[losergirlmonologue]

It wasn't depression it was burnout, I'm autistic. And I fucking hate it I don't wanna be like this I wanna be like all my friends I hate it it's so horrible I don't like this

[totally-not-deacon]

So, in an effort to shake this sudden self-conscious streak of mine, I'm just gonna say fuck it and start posting more of my simpler/doodle drawing because I don't have the time/attention span for a big piece at the moment. They're not very good at all, but I gotta get back in the habit.

Also FUCK Argonians are a bitch to draw even simply! Uguuughh

In other news, have a doodle of part of my main crew. The vision of Nebs with a flower crown wouldn't leave my mind until I at least half-assed a scribble.

[tciddaemina]

when you're writing a new chapter of come all ye mighty and you have to beat the horny away with a stick, because yes Igris is too sexy but dear fuck people also want plot

[ickypuppi3]

billy accidentally nearly calling steve ‘sir’ during an argument one time

maybe steve’s pissed about something, maybe billy is, either way they’re having an argument

maybe steve backs billy against the wall for a minute, not thinking anything of it because it’s billy and billy can hold his own, can argue back

but then steve asks him a question, yells when he says it

and maybe billy flinches, forgets where he is

and that’s when it happens

you know a little “yes si-” and billy just freezes.. and steve’s staring at billy and trying to work out what billy was going to say and then he’s like oh..

..oh

and maybe he reaches out for billy but billy’s embarrassed so he tells steve to fuck off before getting the hell out of there

because he knows steve’s steve

knows steve would never lay a hand on him

not like that, not now

and billy’s so embarrassed

and he ends up avoiding steve for as long as he can, thinks that steve must think he’s a mess - even more of a mess - thinks that steve won’t get it.. not that billy really gets it either and that’s the problem

maybe billy just wants to forget it ever happened, wants steve to forget but he knows steve won’t because he’s steve.. he’s steve and he’ll want to talk about it

and billy doesn’t, because billy can’t explain it, doesn’t get it, doesn’t want to get it

doesn’t want to dig that deep

and steve’s all “you know i’d never hurt you, bills” “i’m not him” “you get that, don’t you?”

and billy refuses to even meet his eyes, knows it’s hurting them both but he doesn’t want to think about it

doesn’t want to talk about it

[cmdonovann]

whoops i drew more porn of my khajiit oc from skyrim >_<

you can see the full thing on furaffinity here

[insanecreetur]

It's funny how everyone either just didn't notice or completely ignored my (ongoing)breakdown and suicide attempt(s)

Guess I'll just pretend everything's fine again.

I really am alone :)

[nejackdaw]

Man... I love the concept of Eragon's spellcasting so much. Usually spells draw on some sort of mana pool, in books and games, and if there's not enough left you simply cannot cast the spell you want to cast until there is.

Magic in Eragon doesn't care if you have enough "mana" left. Spellcasting in Eragon says "you invoked something ancient, and it is going to draw off your life in order to do what you asked, even if it kills you." You cannot stop once you start. Spellcasting is incredibly dangerous and takes a ton of training to (1) know your limits and what will go beyond them and (2) slowly, slowly increase that limit.

If your endurance and constitution are high enough, you can cast a complicated spell and come out of it feeling exhausted and kinda like shit, but it's done now. If they're not high enough, all you can do is sit there and slowly die knowing you made the wrong choice.

Idk I had a dream last night that used Eragon style magic and it was like WOAH

[kagedbird]

TESSDE AU (+ Lucia :]) (Lucia part 1)

Lucia: *happily drawing with Inigo while Taliesin fusses with her hair, and Kaidan sat slumped in a chair, half conked out* Hmm, hmm...~

Taliesin: Hold still for juuuust a moment, my dear. *pulls a hand away to grab a small hair clip, quickly tucking it in* Aha! Gods, I'm good. Look to me, darling?

Lucia: *looks up at Taliesin, hair rather beautifully curled and pinned in place, smiling* It smells nice!

Inigo: *sneezes into his arm, groaning* Did you have to use so much, Taliesin? My eyes are watering.

Taliesin: So sorry, my feline friend. All in the name of beauty! It should dissipate soon. *gently taps Lucia's nose* Your mother would be beside herself at your beauty, my dear.

Lucia: Hehe. When is she and Lucien-papa coming home?

Inigo: I am uncertain. He was very clingy to her today. Do you think they will miss lunch?

Taliesin: *shudders* Gods, I hope not. If so, I have half a mind to go to the nearest tavern. Which is a shame, the food here is exquisite.

Lucia: *frowns* Do you not like grandpa and grandma, papa...?

Taliesin: *winces* Ah... it's a little complicated, Bumblebee. Perhaps I'll explain it to you when you're older.

Lucia: Did your auntie tell you mean things about other people?

Taliesin: Beg pardon?

Inigo: *sighs* I wish I was there to have given them a talking to as well. I am glad Allora took care of it though.

Taliesin: I feel as though I am missing something...

Lucia: *back to doodling her family holding hands, now including Lyra and Davidicus* Auntie made me believe really mean things about cat men, like Inigo-papa, like that he would steal mama away and hurt her.

Taliesin: *sneers* Where did you say they lived, Bumblebee?

Kaidan: *snorts, groaning with a stretch* Allora all ready took care of it, ya bampot. Giver a rest. *yawns*

Lucia: *giggles* Papa needs a nap.

Inigo: Hehe. Seems being in Lucien's home has really made him quite lazy.

Taliesin: Quite the opposite really...

Kaidan: *flushes* Sod off, you.

Inigo: Oh??

Taliesin: *clears his throat, turning up his nose* There are children about. Perhaps later.

Inigo: *shit eating grin* Oooh. That would explain the strange looks the maids have been giving you.

Kaidan: Gods- right, that's it. Lucia, want a nap?

Lucia: *pouts* But mama isn't back yet, and we just woke up!

Kaidan: *gives her a gentle pat on the head* Just checking, sprout. I'll be in my room. Wake me if you need me.

Inigo: I'm sure Taliesin will, hehehe.

Kaidan: *grumbles and stomps out*

Taliesin: *chuckles* You rile him up about as well as I do.

Inigo: Hehe. Nice. If you want to follow him, I do not mind watching over her.

Lucia: *tilts her head* Are you taking a nap with Kaidan-papa?

Taliesin: *clearing his throat, face flushed* Ah, well... perhaps. Are you certain, Inigo?

Inigo: Go and have a good "nap." We will find you both later. *to Lucia* Do you want to go say hi to your grandparents? You can show them your pretty picture!

Lucia: *nods* Yes please! *stands up and hugs Taliesin* Have a good nap papa!

Taliesin: *sighs, doing his best to ignore his Khajiit friend silently laughing at him, and hugs Lucia* Thank you dear. Off you go.

Lucia: *grabs her drawing and Inigo's hand, following him out of the room*

Taliesin: *clears his throat and takes a breath before heading to Kaidan's room* Hmm, hm hmm~...

[whirlybirdwhat]

i REALLY should be studying but i need to make more destiny aus of stuff i like. how fucked would it be if ace came back as a guardian bur obv. as we have seen w/ crow. he ain't ace anymore. wouldn't that be so fun like look luffy! here's your brother! atually sike its your brothers body w/ a new soul made of a giant orbs light. have fun! amnesia brother take two except LMAO. HE AINT THAT GUY ANYMORE. SORRY

[elliotsghost]

Tw:

"i love my mental illness" except for the fact that I irreversibly fucked up my whole life, my future, destroyed myself trying to 'fit in' and now having no control over my life.

I cannot hold a conversation without feelings anxious, thus I have to prepare in my head all the possible response the other person might give me and think in less than a second to what answer I should give them. Over and over for every single conversation I have, no matter with who.

I have no friends; I can count on one hand how many times I've left my house during the whole summer.

I tricked my brain into thinking that I deserve all the pain and suffering I go through and it's not even enough, because people have it worse so I'm not allowed to complain about how I feel. Also, no one cares.

I even make myself worse on purpose, falling again into the addiction of sh, sleepless nights and the need to check how much I eat in a day.

I've been made insecure and now I'm trapped in my own thoughts, I can't wear anything without pointing out things about my body that people might judge. Because there are people who look better than me, who don't have the defects that I have and cannot hide.

This is also why I had to come to the conclusion that I am unlovable, I don't feel any kind of love and can't picture anyone ever experiencing such feelings for me.

To not talk about intrusive thoughts, how I would end up in jail or an asylum where no one would even care to give me the medical assistance that I need, if I ever do as my thoughts say.

Losing hair because of anxiety, I won't pass a hand through my hair because of the fear of seeing more and more hair on my palm each time.

The hate and disgust I feel whenever I remember that I'm being perceived, that I simply exist and the loss I feel inside of me, the hatred I experienced when I'm not acknowledged.

When I just got accepted into university and I could do my dream course but I decided to drop out because the fear of failure was stronger than my will to study. The self-sabotaging all my life, because I don't deserve anything nice to happen to me.

Blaming myself for anything.

The desire to smash my head against any surface so that my brain could just shut up.

Looking at my hands and feeling like a stranger in my own body, trapped underneath the skin. I end up scratching myself or worse to feel like I'm releasing myself into the world.

Costant shit talking about myself any time I do anything, cus I'm not doing it good enough.

Forgetting everything.

Being so unreasonably angry out of nowhere to everything and anyone for no reason at all.

Not recognizing your own body when you look into the mirror.

Feeling like a stranger every day, all the time.

Dissociating anytime I don't fill my brain with hatred thoughts.

Not being able to even get out of the bed some mornings.

The lack of self-care and hygiene, I sometimes go months without brushing my teeth, even showering is so fucking hard that the max I can do is just wash my hair.

Not being able to talk and needing to go non verbal because I'm afraid of anything that could come out of my mouth.

Being jealous of anything that receives more attention than me.

Hiding in plain sight.

Judging each one of my moves.