#and dare I add this tag

[jam-in-e]

So, I read something beautiful yesterday that I wanted to share -

'A drama is not a mere sequence of episodes: "The King died, and then the Queen died". No, a drama consists in "The King died, and then the Queen died of grief". The cause of the action, grief, is what we care about. '

And the footnote on this point made the picture literally beautiful - 'This Aristotelian structure of narrative is sometimes criticized as being culturally conditioned, but there are reasons to suggest that it derives from something basic to human experience. The chemist John C. Polanyi says "Scientia is knowledge. It is only in the popular mind that it is equated with facts. That is flattering since facts are incontrovertible. But it is also demeaning, since facts are meaningless, they contain no narrative. Science, by contrast, is storytelling. That is evident in the functioning of our primary instrument, the eye. The eye searches for shapes. It searches for a beginning, a middle and an end. We sense this from personal experience. But we know it also from experiments... The eye, viewing a person's profile, does not scan it in mechanical fashion. It does not simply point, as does a camera; it paints. Since painting is a skill, so to is seeing." (Polyani, The Responsibility of the Scientist)'

I thought that was a beautiful way to depict our reality - a dramatic unfolding - action and its cause - of the artist's (read scientist's) view of the happenings around him

[rochichan]

August is fast approaching!

[lycandrophile]

i absolutely cannot believe people are trying to start discourse about whether nex benedict was actually nonbinary / whether it was okay for him to describe himself as nonbinary to some people if he didn’t actually identify that way as if he isn’t literally DEAD because he was KILLED. this is a MURDERED CHILD and these monsters are so busy getting mad at the possibility that he might have been a trans boy who described himself as nonbinary to his family because that was easier for them to take that they’re turning a CHILD who was MURDERED into fucking discourse. even when we die at the hands of cis people’s violence, our own community finds a way to make us the villains of the story.

and all of this bullshit on top of the ways that cis people are already trying to say our grief over his death is unjustified. all of this on top of people claiming he wasn’t murdered and speculating on other causes of death (i literally saw someone say he “clearly went home and took the coward’s way out” and i have never been more disgusted) or claiming that he started the fight as if any action on his part could’ve been enough to justify his death. i am haunted by the sound of his father screaming that his child was not filth because that is what people have been saying about this poor kid, that’s how cruelly his memory is being treated, and even the trans community can’t get it’s shit together enough to look past the stupid discourse and see the tragedy in front of us. did you all forget that it was supposed to be up to us to grieve him in the way he deserves when the rest of the world fails to care if people like him live or die? did you all forget that this child was our sibling, the future of our community, a life that we should have had the chance to know and treasure while he was still here but that we now have a responsibility to hold close to our hearts in his absence? nex’s life was precious and it was ended far too soon and if you truly believe that anything is more important than mourning his life and fighting for a world where no more trans people have to meet such an awful fate, you’re a traitor to this community and you do not deserve the place you occupy within it.

i’m so tired. i can’t even imagine how tired his family must be, to see the public treat the child they’re grieving so horribly, to see the world fail their baby again. leave him alone. he was already robbed of peace in life; the least you can do is let him finally have it in death.

[frogonamelon]

Ohmigosh @kaysdenofchaos's Teenage Meddling Mutant Turtle Au! They're so chaotic and really serving Batfam <3 Have my heart and soul the lot of them!

As for the reason I drew this specifically.... so, question: If Leo is Tim in this hypothetical Batfam parallel analogy, would April be more Steph or Bernard?

[taro-wong]

if i had to read these tags then so do you

[rah1457]

what the hell do you MEAN its finals week and i dont have anything done of COURSE i have stuff done.

erm....

anyway back to the subject matter at hand. WOMEN *boom sfx*

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you reached the end of HALL OF with ease, leaping and dodging past the flames. as you slowed to a jog, you exhaled with relief. you were barely sweating, and considering the fact that you were being chased by an actual line of FIRE, that was pretty damn good.

The woman on the catwalk gazed down at you with a small smile. Inside her heart was a swell of pride that showed its face every time she noticed you, and you alone, beat the insanely hard obstacle course. she had taught you well.

"Mach! Gonna let me up or what?"

Silently she extended her massive red hammer down to the victory platform. Grabbing onto the end, you were swung onto the catwalk, with a landing that was anything but graceful. you groaned from the collision, coming to your knees.

"Damn, could you even be a little gentler with the swing? Every time I get up here it feels like you're gonna slam me into the wall..." you complained.

"Takes momentum to gather the force to get up here, don't blame me," Mach shrugged, although you noticed a teasing lilt to her tone.

"Yeah, whatever," you grumbled, "How do YOU even get down there anyway? Do you just jump?"

"Stairs," she pointed to a door you hadn't noticed until this very moment.

You deadpanned.

"We had STAIRS. and you continue. to swing me up. on your HAMMER. AND YOU DIDN'T THINK TO TELL ME?!"

"You never asked," a small smirk appeared on her face.

You scrunched your face and walked into your shared home. The smell of nutmeg and vanilla calmed your senses. It was from a candle that you had bought for Mach a while back, as a sort of thanks for letting you stay with her. She lit it every day.

Calling the building a "home" was a bit of a stretch, considering it was actually an abandoned facility. But, you pondered, home is really about the people you come to associate it with anyway. You didn't know how Mach came to own this place, but you didn't really want to question it much. What you DID question was the severe lack of furniture. In the "living room" there were two large chairs in the center, with a plain tan rug underneath them. That was it.

...you really needed to get Mach to an outlet store or something.

"Hey. I have some food, if you're hungry," Mach called to you from the "kitchen", a small room comprised of a fridge, a microwave, and a table with three chairs.

"I'm down," you stated as you sidled over to one of the chairs. it was your designated chair, as Mach was too tall, and Pilby was too short to comfortably fit. Speaking of which, you wondered where Pilby was at this hour. Probably on the elevator. They seemed to enjoy it there, despite the constant sad aura that seemed to hang over them like a cloud.

Mach pulled out the leftover mac n cheese from your previous night's dinner and put it in the microwave.

"Did anything happen on the elevator that I should be aware of?" she asked, looking back at you.

"Nah, everything was pretty normal," you replied.

"Hm," Her eyebrows were knitted together, displaying an emotion like confusion, concern, and focus all in one.

"What's up? It seems like something's bothering you,"

"Listen. I'm more than happy to have you here. I quite enjoy your company, actually. However..." She paused, trying to find the words, "I often wonder if you ever want to go home. Or, well, to the place you were before you showed up on the elevator,"

"I mean, I can't really remember it anyway, so what's there to miss?" You shrugged coolly.

You could still recall the day Mach found you unconcious in Rock Park, passed out in front of a bench. Everything before then was a little fuzzy, to be honest. You remembered some friends, and that you indeed had a life before entering the Regretevator, but every time you tried to think about details of the people you knew before, it mostly came up blank. Sometimes you wondered what they were doing now. You never stuck on it though.

Mach looked at you for a second before nodding and setting out two plates. You began to eat, while she sat. Her heel tapped the hardwood floor, a rare sign of anxiety.

"No, seriously, what's going on, Mach? Was your day just stressful or something? Do you want to talk about it?" It was unusual for the stoic woman to be this...nervous.

"I...I just know what it's like to not be able to see your family again..." her words came out almost like she was fighting with herself to even say them, "Are you sure you're alright?"

" 'bout as good as I can be!" You tried to be lighthearted, since Mach looked like she was having some serious war flashbacks.

She had told you a bit of her past, and you had pieced some of it together yourself, but the main gist you understood was that she had lost someone very important to her. and you feared that she lost that someone in a not very nice way.

"Okay...If you do ever want to... talk about it, I'm...usually nearby..," Mach shook herself out of her trance.

"Thank you, Mach. I mean it," you replied genuinely.

She stood without a word, looking deep in thought. You wondered what must have come up within her to make her feel all this at once. Must not have been pleasant. Suddenly you remembered something.

"Wait, I have a gift for you!" you called after her.

"Hm?" She turned to make eye contact.

You pulled a Katkot out of your pocket. Luckily it hadn't been burned by the incinerator.

"What flavor is it?" She squinted to read the label, " 'Gleebzarp lemon' flavor?"

"Yeah, Gnarpy gave it to me. Said xe hated this flavor," you beamed with pride.

"Oh. Huh,"

"Do you wanna try it with me...?" you added a lilt to your voice, to make it sound like it would be a fun experience. In all honesty, it was probably going to taste awful.

"Would I ever," a smirk graced Mach's usually blank countenance.

You excitedly unwrapped the candy bar and gave her half. You both cringed. It did taste awful. But it didn't really bother you, because the smile on the broken woman's face was worth more than a thousand good chocolates, so to speak.

You recalled that sometimes the greatest (and worst) things in life are best shared with someone else.

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(A/N): Hi there! I would like to add some additional info regarding this fic. I am a writer who likes to keep their characters as close to the canon as possible, while still writing a decent story with a decent "plot". As such, it's canon that Mach is aromantic and asexual. Now, that isn't to say that this cannot be read as her having romantic feelings for you, but I would just like to note that the way I intend this is that it's more leaning torward platonic. It should also be noted that AroAce individuals, including characters, each express their sexuality in different ways. I don't mean to break any Mach fans' hearts, I just wanted to put this out here.

The reason I say all this is to justify calling this fic an "x reader". Typically the term implies romance and/or sexual attraction, but as I just said, this fic....doesn't include either of those. I apologize if you were looking for a steamy makeout session with Mach.

Oh and also if you like this and my other lil writings I have a bunch more ideas and I'll probably be posting more info on a small "series" I might be doing very soon.

[sceebybeeby]

"We don't have anything to talk about anymore. Every combination of words have been played out. The atoms don't form us anymore. Our love..."

[skullsandcorals]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @apiratefellinlovewithastar 🤭💜💜💜 !!!!

I hope you like it ;)

(click for better quality if you're on the mobile app. do not repost.)

[thelilylav]

"Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway."

Darabella they could never make me hate you <3

[pdid-positivity]

friendly reminder that p-did isn't the same as osdd!

p-did systems can be included under osdd, but not all of them want to! like us, for example. we've had our system functions ignored because people thought that we "basically" had osdd1b, and didn't care to listen.

p-did has its own specific symptoms, and many p-did systems have vastly different experiences from osdd systems. hell, some don't even consider themself to even be a system!

listen to actual p-did systems before coming to conclusions about what it "actually" is.

[souenkun]

Sometimes I wonder why, exactly, did natori return to urihime, even though (1) she's a youkai, (2) it's confirmed early on during his first meetings with natsume (supposedly ~5 years after "a hand extended" took place in canon) that he still hated youkai at that point, and (3) he has no obligation to, especially after his arm was no longer cursed. Like, was there another factor contributing to it, aside from the kindness that natori actually inherently have (but had sadly not realized yet in his teenage years), and also him weighing on getting his own shiki?

These 4 panels might be the answer to that. Yes, urihime is born as the very same being that ruined natori's life, but she is also possibly the only one in his life back then who fully understood the weight of being hated so much for their presence and forsaken by everyone else because of it, to the point that one began to question why they were still alive after all that.

We also know that hiiragi was found in a similar situation (also a youkai who was forced to endure a life isolated in her own suffering, ready to let death take her when the chance was so near) until natori "saved" her again years later, even though natsume was the one who did the literal rescuing this time around. With this recurring theme, I wonder if natori had "saved" sasago too the same way, which would explain why his three shiki are so protective of him, even giving their all in doing so seemingly more out of love (judging from how they never want to leave him alone without at least one of them standing guard, or how they would jump to reassure him any chance they got), than because it was just their "duty" towards their master?

[hanzajesthanza]

i insisted upon myself a period of one day before i start talking about regis again and that day has cleared

“so what did you do in your youth”

geralt: i had to slay the bastards that massacred my caste

milva: i murdered my pervert stepfather for how he serially assaulted me, then ran away from home

cahir: agonized over my brother’s death and trained to avenge him from the north

angoulême: escaped from being sexually trafficked, killed my abusers, and formed a gang

regis:

regis: …

(what regis was doing):

[bamgamronpa]

[404skurta]

[kitefall]

commission openings!

Hi y’all! Not sure if anyone will be interested or if this post will have any reach, but here’s to hoping. I’m currently in between jobs after moving home from college and am struggling in the meantime! (Moving from a walkable city with lots of transit to a non-walkable city means i’m moving as fast as I can to get my license so that I’ll have more job options, but lord. lordddd.)

I’m most comfortable drawing cats, canines and dragons, but won’t hesitate to try my hand with anyone’s humanoid or monster characters too!

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$30 Fullbody

+ $15 Per added character in the same piece

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* art is by default colored and unshaded

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