#Who KNOWS

[dormant-poet]

When you were 13, everyone always told you what to do. Now, you’re making those decisions entirely on your own, without reasonable practice (which should have happened when you were 13), and you wish you had just a little bit of help.

[demialwrites]

I was remembering discussing the missed opportunity of FF7 expanding on the faction of nobles/old money on Gaia with @cburambles and I had some rambly shower thoughts. I also may just be reading too many fantasy webtoons, but anyway...

I could absolutely see President Shinra feeling like he has to compete with and outdo the existing wealthy before, and while, Midgar was being built (unless he fucking lied about his background. I think it's possible). It would explain his awful and gaudy taste. The 70th floor office is something I am constantly horrified by. But the rest of the building is actually not that bad. It's like a combination of trying to be different than, better than, and the same as wealthy people with poor taste. His office is so high up, it's like he was trying to separate himself from everyone else. And perhaps, it was an effort to alleviate any insecurities when comparing himself to the established wealthy, because he doesn't have to be reminded of them.

I have considered the impact this may have had in Rufus growing up. That perhaps he tried to mould his son into something that's the same as, but also better than, these other people. An improved version, you could say. Another way to say "Shinras are better than these old snobs." By having him thoroughly educated (judging by how Rufus speaks), for example. Although, it's not clear how many of his current skills are because he was self-driven or not. It's possible that certain things were forced on him with no rational reason given (I can relate to this. Abusive parents don't explain, they just demand). But anyway, I think this would just further drive the two away from each other, because President Shinra wouldn't be able to relate to Rufus and whatever he's taken an interest in and exposed to. He seems to have an interest in fashion, judging by his clothes, for example. And it already seems like Rufus has quite a few different ideas than his father, judging by how he is in Before Crisis. It's hard to tell what is being rebellious and what is a result of being a different person.

I think President Shinra having a son he was constantly annoyed with is something he did to himself. Even if that wasn't true, these two were always going to clash. They are both driven and controlling individuals. I honestly think he felt somewhat threatened by Rufus. Why else would he bristle at Rufus questioning him during a meeting (again, in Before Crisis), while, in contrast, Reeve is thinking about what "a fine young man" Rufus grew to be. Unfortunately, Reeve is too young to be Rufus's father, even when Rufus was canonically 25 years old in FF7. :(

[newmsies]

what treat should John try for Christmas, I'll draw every suggestion i can get to if anyone would like to give me suggestions

[xxlady-lunaxx]

sanegiyuu because giyuu initiates the first kiss, leaning forward and clumsily pressing his lips against sanemi’s. he’s expecting the surprise on sanemi’s face, expecting it as sanemi turns away from him immediately. he expected it and is already mid-way through apologizing as he backs away. what he’s not expecting is for sanemi to turn back around and grit out, his voice uncharacteristically soft, “do you go around taking people’s first kiss as a hobby?”

giyuu’s eyes widen, equally from the words and how meek and flushed sanemi’s face is. he looks so unlike himself, his cheeks and the tips of his ears a dark red, his bottom lip quivering in an almost pout. although, his eyes are still narrowed in his usual glared. but its effect is dampened by his expression otherwise.

“i’m… sorry,” giyuu says softly. and he means it. honestly, he’d assumed sanemi had at least kissed one other person. so finding out that he, in fact, hasn’t?

sanemi averts his eyes, huffing. “you’re a fucking idiot. at least ask first.”

“you wouldn’t have agreed,” giyuu mumbles. but sanemi was right. he’d dug his own grave.

“no?” sanemi swoops over and, much more precisely, kisses giyuu. his smirk is evident as giyuu sucks in a breath, nearly choking half way through before he gets ahold of himself. sanemi pulls back, looking triumphant and less pissed. without another word, he’s sauntering away with all the time in the world, leaving giyuu in complete shock and confusion.

“w-wait, what?” giyuu stammers, his response quite delayed and ever the confused.

[mexicaballdrawz]

Shadow’s head:

the jokes write themselves

[xamitras]

For many of years I had this tradition of drawing Wirt and the beast once a year to see how much I have improved, then depression hit in 2023 and couldn't continue, but it left so really amazing art in the process

[allthatdivides2]

my dealer: got some straight gas 🔥😛 this strain is called “public transit” 😳💊 you’ll be going wherever you want for an affordable price 💯👨‍💻

me: yeah whatever i dont feel shit

5 min later: dude i swear the bus should have been here by now

random guy at the bus stop with me: the transit app is lying to us

[marsipain]

Norwegian Mikus :)

Left is Miku as a russ and right is Miku in a bunad!

[tofublock]

glistening summer

available as print on patreon

[skeletons-eat]

Ngl joining the jedi order sounds like the ideal life to me because just imagine:

1. People regulate thier emotion and communicate to you logically. No need to understand social cues when you're an empath.

2. No pressure to marry, be in a romantic relationship and live in a nuclear household my entire life.

3. I can just?????? Help people?????? Without the extra cost of a system working me to the ground to achieve certain things????

4. No strings attached companionship and friendships? Amazing.

5. A caring and respectful community who council each other and accepts who I am as a person? Count me in.

6. Lightsaber go brrrrrrrrrr

7. Being able to do what I want career wise (Gardening, art, politics, piloting, exploring, childreering, medicine, teaching, etc.) without having to worry about money.

8. Tax fraud

[dingbatsy]

I was today years old when I learned a vixen is a fox, not a deer. But I made this already, so enjoy!!

[readandwriteclub]

Hezbollah be like yeah we finally got one quick let's do a ceasefire

Statement on the Mt. Zion Dig and Israel’s use of archaeology to legitimize colonialism

https://open.substack.com/pub/austinanthropology/p/de-colonizing-archaeology-a-call?r=1nkb7q

(i am not necessarily starting a substack this just seemed like the cleanest professional way to share this statement. please co-sign the statement and share with any anthropologist / archaeologist friends who will speak out and co-sign:)

[strategypillar]

Some more of my vampire baddies.

[breadandblankets]

so i took out the trash today like the good house husband i am not, leaving behind the rank smell of long forgotten noodles and the regrets of two people with memory issues

i, like any good tumblr citizen, remember the tales of the person who put two cups of vanilla extract in their oven so i did the sensible thing to get out two Caps of extract

just then, inspiration struck. a bolt of lightning straight from the muses themselves, if i could use vanilla extract.... who's to say i couldn't use other extracts?

i scoured the cabinets, i knew my partner had secreted away some illicit non-vanilla type extracts for baking, and i found it.

hidden in the back of the cabinet was a lone bottle of mint extract

i emptied my two caps with abandon into an (oven safe) glass dish and gleefully set the oven for 300 for an hour

all that was left now was to wait for the sins of the mind to be purged by the mighty mint leaf

ten minutes in... starting to smell kinda like a thin mint

fifteen minutes in, i take a nice deep breath of lovely scented air and i am greeted by searing burning minty pain

i launch myself towards the kitchen, every step closer to mint hell, every orifice on my face burning with the freezing righteous flame of menthol

im fumbling for the oven mitt to rid my home of this foul demon, i pry the oven open and am hit with a blast unlike anything else

i feel what that vine kid taking shots of mouthwash feels, i was seared raw, my tits were blown clean off, and it was just me and that devilish beguiling minty fresh taste

quickly dumping the rest into the sink i ran towards the door, begging for the sweet sweet smell of un-minted air

learning nothing from this encounter, i dare to try once more, with the tumblr-approved extract this time

wish me luck

[sleepymoha]

The sillies