#We're also tea people.

[sanji-screenshots]

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[pennedinblood]

as of ten minutes ago we are officially Jobless™️. my sign to retire early and devote the remainder of my existence to writing toxic old man yaoi

[goldencorecrunches]

"I saved your life once. You don't have to do this." "I know," he says, and cuts another slice of fruit to place in her upturned palm. The aristocratic arch of her cheek is softened by the afternoon glow, and here under the sheltering eave of the branches criss-crossed with shadows. He likes to look at her. He's in no hurry. She'll figure it out one day. "Really, you don't owe me any debt." The single ox is getting on in years, and every year slower for it, the road to town longer and sprouting more stops. Every third month he shares the ox with his mother: he's been considering giving him to her outright, and buying a new one– well, new for him– new-old– newer than this– he'll miss him, though– but his mother will take care of him, that's all right– She's refused to ride up on the seat with him, choosing instead to stride beside the wagon, sword perched on her shoulder and wide-brimmed hat pulled down across her brow, for the whole world like a rogue cultivator from his favorite childhood stories. All she's missing is a nasty scar and a stalk of wheat poking out of her mouth. He hides a smile, so she won't raise her prickles at him. Well, maybe she does have the scar. He's been too polite to check. He wouldn't mind. "I know," he says. "Here." It's a beautiful cloth, silk-of-gold, heavy and tightly woven. It was something else, once, that he can tell as he runs it through his hands; there are holes from unpicked stitching. That's common enough in this part of the world, and it's impolite to ask where it comes from, even if usually everyone in the clutch of farmlands can trace the same scraps of precious textile through generations of repurposing. She's not from here. She won't meet his eyes– she keeps shifting back and forth on her feet, smoothing the fringe-ends of her hair. This came from the small sack she keeps tucked in the rafters of the barn and never looks at, except when she's very sad, or very angry. He spreads the cloth out over his knees. "It's lovely," he says. "Thank you. What do you think we should do with it?" "Why?" She is in front of him, towering over— he's taller than her, usually, but he's sitting and she's standing, and he makes no move to match her, simply tilts his head back at the neck to keep watch. 

"Why are you– I don't– you don't need to! Now I'm trying to repay you! Why won't you just take anything?"

"Qingyang," he says, gently, and reaches up a hand. She figures it out.

[theygender]

I love being T4T. My gf has been on estrogen for a couple weeks now and she's been having a rough time with her mood so I'm teaching her about the ancient art of soaking in a bubble bath with a little drink to sip while watching shows on your laptop

[breakfastteatime]

Feel free to stick more details in the tags ^_^

[godofthestupid]

am still sick

it's been over a week wth

at least the headaches have gone away a bit

[delphi-shield]

okokok if you really do like the room, tell me everything u know about the walter sullivan circumcision theory 🤔 this is the only thing i've ever heard about sh4 i'm so sorry

TEAAA OMFG I HAVENT THOUGHT ABOUT THAT IN LITERAL YEARS LMFAO

hang on im putting all my fave screenshots from the great circumcision hypothesis of 2015 under the cut

"Walter as an innocent boy" next to all the circumcision info KILLS ME

POSSIBLE FORESKIN SYMBOLISM

idk i think symbolically the worm makes more sense as an umbilical cord rather than walter's mutilated penis but i remember someone posting this with the caption "have you seen my foreskin? I've been looking for it everywhere. mostly in the water prison though"

it spilled over to the rest of the silent hill wiki at some point. hope that guy's okay, because he did this to multiple different wikis. i think it was like xenosaga, maybe tomb raider? clearly, he had some stuff to work through re: his circumcision. or maybe we're all wrong and the only problem with walter was his circumcision. idk im open to being wrong if it's funnier.

[da-riya]

I bought and brought in half a kilo of lemons in my room, which is against the hotel's house rules, because the fruit stand lady was nice to me

[powdermelonkeg]

Look at him, following me around like I'm his justiciar.

[torgawl]

crack theory: what if the abyss twin isn't a descender because they're an ascender?

[cookinguptales]

that moment when you're on the phone with a new doc and, after talking about some symptoms, she's like "and who's taking care of you at home?" and you're just like "uhhhhh..."

I recognize that it was not the advice of my doctors to live alone, but I also think I'd go (more) nuts if I didn't. ;;

[imakemywings]

Okay but leaving the house when you're in the mod for it is intoxicating

[syn4k]

Can I ask for a 🍉 in the ask game?

you may indeed!

*exhales* okay. this one's gonna be terrifying to elaborate on but here we go anyways.

there is no art without the artist and there is no artist without the art. they are, in a lot of cases but not all of them, one and the same. every detail you write into these little stories is probably revealing a small patch of your soul without your even realizing it.

this goes double for some of our longer works, for example- take twice., a story that was written during one of the worst times of our life. there was a situation with a guy, you know how it goes, and we literally threw ourself into working on it as an escape. that one's got a lot of themes of healing and how one mistake can cause horrible outcomes. actually now that i think about it a lot of our works deal with hope and healing. i guess it's a mirror

(btw whoever said that your teens are your golden years can die of a thousand tiny papercuts. i am NOT thriving and it is NOT my fault)

ashes is... a long and complex thing. it's faceted. it's messy. to be completely honest we absolutely hate some of the chapters we've posted. but it's been an exercise of honesty- both with ourself, and with our readers.

the characters in it, they fucked up SO bad. most of them are dealing with some serious shit. but there's still hope for them. (i'm not gonna lie, i finished chapter 7 and read back through it like "huh. if anyone ever thinks for half a second about us the author writing that in such staggering detail, we're toast")

there's a lot of projection. like a lot. i aint gonna say where but it's there. it's such a personal thing to be doing this for free and of your own will, both for your own good and others.

life is fuckin tough, and as writing is a reflection of life, the things expressed there will also be fuckin tough. i keep on, though because 1. if i ever stopped writing i would literally explode and 2. i've already promised myself to NEVER abandon a work. (breaks are allowed, though.) i have a commitment here both to the story ive started and to the readers

[franeridan]

rereading wholecake really is making me wish we'll get to see sanji at least once seriously in love with someone, he's so fucking weird tbh. he'll be infatuated to the point of incapacitation for the first ten minutes of constant exposure to a pretty girl and then he'll mostly start acting normally once he's gotten used to her presence, but then what does actual love look like on him? reading this arc makes me so curious

[starpros-sunshine]

If I loved Wataei less I might be able to talk about them more....

[strxnged]

maybe im just better alone lmao