#and sometimes there is no compromise

[funandexploring]

The world is made up of gestures and I was never given the rule book

[gatoburr0]

Been thinking about it

[gorgynei]

fearne pov: ashton just stole from you again

[itsaceokay]

I feel like people don't often fully appreciate how hard dating can be for demisexuals.

It just hit me the other day when I found out that most people are kissing by the first date and having sex by the third and to me that is just wild. And apparently, some people wait up to three months before having sex and that's seen as like a really long time and I'm sorry but is everyone okay???

After three dates a person is still a stranger and after three months they're at most an acquaintance - and people are not willing to wait longer and you'll be seen as unreasonable if you want to wait for a year or more??

[canisalbus]

Would Machete still be Catholic in modern!AU?

He was raised in a very traditional household, went through a fraught crisis of faith in his teens, became a disillusioned atheist and then eventually more or less made his peace with the whole thing and slid back a little bit to the secular/lapsed catholic territory.

[claraoswalds]

ROSE TYLER & MARTHA JONES Doctor Who - "Journey's End"

[blank-house]

Did you want us to struggle to decide on what choices we'd make each playthrough? Because that's me. I love so much of what happens and it's hard to make choices and I usually love how it all plays out!!

Oh for sure— or more like, what I wanted was for you guys to follow through on the decisions you make. Y’all deliberating and struggling is just an added bonus for me haha

And on that note (sorry to derail this ask anon)— there was an ask sent to our inbox wondering why I disabled rollback, and why I’m forcing you guys to save scum instead of giving ya’ll a QOL feature present in most VNs.

To *that* anon, sorry! I had a whole response drafted but I accidentally deleted it and so I’m gonna respond to that here since this ask was somewhat similar.

And to that end I say— it’s exactly as you had stated then. It’s because of intent! And I’m not going to enable it because of that very reason.

Keyframes has a theme and a goal— and that is each of your choices eventually lead to a bigger picture. They don’t seem like much now (or they do— I love seeing all of your reactions to the replayability lol) but they all eventually snowball to how much your character has changed and the kind of relationship they have with others.

You said it’s the same thing as saving, but I disagree haha. To me, saving— at the very least— marks a moment where you thought you could do something different. For all the aha cringe in the following statement— that’s your Keyframe buddy. You’ve used a precious save slot for an opportunity to change.

Of course, I don’t want to encourage save scumming— but I also don’t want to make it easier for you guys to take back your choices. Because then what was the point of making this game in the first place?

Yadda yadda, reload a save file if you want to see what the other options lead to. But otherwise, I encourage you guys to just play while looking forward as much as you can. Enjoy what is currently happening, don’t dwell on the what ifs, and just follow through. If things go well during the campaign, this IS the start of your next two years.

Anddddd that’s all I’ll say about this matter! People can continue to try and convince me otherwise, but if you’re asking me to compromise the theme I wanted to convey with this game just so one can more easily see what other options lead to— then haha I’m afraid that’s not gonna work on me.

[kagoutiss]

“what does sheik actually do in this au” fair question. everything

[milf-harrington]

i wrote this in like an hour so please forgive the quality but here's some gentle steddie set somewhere in the early 90's mentions of canonical violence and trauma, but otherwise just a gentle morning scene

5:30 am found Eddie Munson on the back porch steps, watching their liver spotted dalmatian patrol the fence-line with her usual level of seriousness. Ronnie moved like a spectre in the half-light, her edges all blurred and smudged until she stopped to sniff at a weed and became solid again.

The cherry of his cigarette flared bright on his inhale as he brought his knees further into his chest, feet crossed over one another like he could trap the warmth in if he just curled up tight enough. With autumn creeping closer, the mornings were getting crisp.

Luckily, his ears were warm under both his hair and the hood of his jumper,but his legs were prickly with goosebumps thanks to his habit of grabbing whatever was on the floor. This time it was Steve's basketball shorts, the one's that used to be trackpants until he'd taken scissors to them in the summer of '88.

They definitely weren't suited for cooler weather, but they were comfortable and Eddie kind of liked the distraction the chill brought. It was harder to get stuck in memories of snapping bones and dead motors and being eaten by bats when your toes were trying not to freeze off.

Eddie sniffled without tears and wiped his nose with the back of his hand, bringing his smoke back to his lips for another drag. His hands were shaking, but it had nothing to do with the weather.

He'd dreamed of Chrissy again.

The problem with an overactive imagination, is that it could always make your nightmares worse.

After weeks of stress free dreaming, he'd wound up back in his trailer last night, but this time he'd known Chrissy's favourite song. Playing it hadn't worked, and instead the bats had come pouring from her mouth like it was it's own gate. They'd swarmed him before he even had a chance to run, breaking free through the windows and those damn vents before tearing him and Hawkins apart.

He'd woken in his and Steve's bed, in the house they bought with their shady government money, sweat slicked and on fire. His skin was tight and itchy as he'd crept out of bed, tapping the dog awake to take her outside and grabbing his smokes from the dresser.

Ronnie chose then to drop her favoured rope at his feet, head ducked and eyes flitting from between him and the toy hopefully, tail wagging. Eddie secured his cigarette between his lips so he could distract her with a scratch behind her ears, and grabbed the toy with his free hand before she could react. She'd turn it into a game of tug-o-war if he wasn't careful, and it was impossible to ask her to drop it when it took both hands just to keep hold of the thing.

The rope sailed across the backyard in a high arc, and Ronnie almost tripped over her own paws in her haste to get to it.

A few more throws later, the sky was brighter and the back door opened with a familiar wheeze behind him.

Eddie didn't turn as he threw Ronnie's toy again, but listened to Steve quietly walk closer and settle down beside him with a soft grunt.

A moment later, his cigarette was stolen from right between his fingers, but when he turned to complain, Eddie was met with a steaming mug shaped like a bear. He took it with hands that were steadier than they'd been 10 minutes ago.

Steve, meanwhile, had tucked the cigarette between his own lips like he used too when he was trying to seem cool and impressive (before they got their shit together), and unfolded the blanket he'd brought out with him.

It settled over both of their shoulders while Eddie sipped his coffee, feeling it's journey all the way down to his stomach. He watched Ronnie register Steve's presence and come bounding over.

She stopped in front of them with the rope toy swinging from her mouth, tail picking up enough speed to move her hips with it when Steve signaled for her to drop it.

Steve generally wasn't verbal this early in the morning, preferring to sign until the world felt awake enough for voices. Luckily their dog was deaf too, even if she was cheeky about ignoring signals by pretending not to see them.

Finally, Ronnie relented, dropping the rope between Steve's ridiculous old-man slippers as he passed the cigarette back to Eddie. She graciously accepted her vigorous head scratches as reward.

Eddie huffed a laugh and tapped off the excess ash, taking another drag and waiting until the dog was tearing off after her toy to pass it back to Steve.

He accepted the smoke with a smile and didn't ask why Eddie was awake so early, or why he hadn't bothered to dress warmer. Just made sure the blanket was wrapped around him properly, and pressed a kiss to his temple over the top of his hood.

Eddie sighed from somewhere deep and tired inside him and let his head drop onto Steve's shoulder, feeling it drop as he exhaled smoke towards the rising sun.

[originalaccountname]

Vampire Chuuya screeching in 5 different languages, featuring a random guy calling his name and then dying in horrible pain :)

[magistralucis]

pronouncing the necron 'sz': personal rating list*

broke: /s/ only ('seras')

woke: /z/ only ('zeras')

provoke: /s/ and /z/ pronounced separately ('s-ze-ras')

bespoke: /ʂ/ or /ʃ/ ('scheras')

invoke: tensed fricative /s͈/ ('sseras')

misspoke: /s/ but evil ('ßeras')

(* Further notes in tags.)

[bigdumbbambieyes]

Billy rubs the soft fabric of a shirt between his fingertips with a thoughtful look on his face, mutters to his boyfriend to feel it, so Steve does.

It’s nice. Thin and cool, perfect for Billy because he likes to layer clothing in the spring. Thinks that the colour will look nice against Billy’s skin tone and hair, especially if it’s under his denim jacket.

But, the way Billy frowns when he looks at the price tag isn’t nice. It’s awful. Makes Steve want to buy the shirt in every colour just for him.

Billy lets the price tag go and quietly walks away, stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets to go towards the clearance section of the store, like he always does.

Steve watches him for a moment before looking down at the shirt again, grabs the price tag and takes a look.

He takes it off the rack without a second thought and heads towards the register at the front to pay.

🤍

“Steve!” Billy’s voice calls from their bedroom later that day, when Steve’s cracking open a can of Coke in the kitchen.

He sounds…off. So, Steve takes a sip before leaving the can on counter and heading to the bedroom, where he spots Billy in front of the bed, holding the shirt.

He looks upset. Mad, a little. Mostly irritated.

Because Steve knows that Billy doesn’t like charity. He doesn’t like it when Steve buys him things when he can’t buy them for himself. He doesn’t see these gifts as what they are, instead he sees them as pity, and he’s always quick to reject them.

Still, Steve smiles and tries to keep his tone light as he says, “Oh, you like my new shirt?”

Billy’s jaw is clenched as he eyes him, still angry, but his eyes soften a little as the words register. Steve’s new shirt. Not Billy’s. He didn’t buy it for Billy.

As Steve had hoped, the tension melts away in his boyfriend’s shoulders. Because there is no charity, no pity, no superior complex, no ‘you’ve never had anything nice in your life so let me spoil you rotten’.

Well, maybe a little.

Steve steps into the bedroom and goes over to the blond, saying playfully because they share most of their clothes already, “You can borrow it, if you ask nicely.”

The sharp little look that Billy gives him for that makes him grin, and he leans in to press a kiss to that sharp cupid’s bow, feeling Billy clutching the shirt between them as they kiss.

Billy rests their foreheads together as Steve wraps his arms around him, keeping them close, and Billy mumbles a quiet ‘thanks’ in the space between them. Because they compromise. Because Billy knows that Steve wants to spoil him, but he can’t allow himself to be. Not yet.

Steve kisses him again and again, sweet little pecks, Billy’s favourite. He makes sure his boyfriend is well-loved before he pulls away, grabbing the price tag when he spots it and pulls it off. Can’t be returned now.

“Brat,” Billy mumbles with affection, a small smirk on his face, and Steve shrugs innocently with a matching look.

🤍

The next morning, Billy heads to the front door and says, “Max needs a ride to school, I’ll be back in a bit.”

Steve looks over as he stuffs a spoonful of Cheerios into his mouth, chewing quietly as he watches Billy stuff his feet into his shoes and pulls on his denim jacket over their new shirt.

It looks just as good as he knew it would, and he smiles around his mouthful as Billy comes over to kiss him goodbye, leaning down over the couch to do so.

“Shirt looks good on you,” Steve hums after swallowing, already going for another spoonful as Billy heads to the door, muttering a soft and easy ‘yeah, yeah’ before leaving.

Sinking a little deeper into the couch, Steve smiles in triumph.

[theswedishpajas]

The man truly can’t take a genuine compliment 🙄

[pickles4nickles]

So I've been drawing some like... slightly spicier Akeshu stuffs and posting them on Bluesky. Do you guys wanna see that here, too?

The level of spice is like... there are Ao3 TAG listings for fics that are more intense than what I got but like, I dunno, just thought I'd ask first.

I might just post them anyway, metaphorically throwing a molotov onto the dash and into my art tag but ye

[cherryxblossxms]

I finally started chapter 3 in WHB and God I love how wild and ridiculous this game is. 😂 MC waking up in the hospital, everyone asleep, only to find out Mammon has been acting as your mattress the whole time?????? If I saw this beneath me, i think I'd have a heart attack

Also Mammon feeling up your butt and being given the option to do it back lmaoooo

And we can't forget our besties Ppyong and Minhyeok. Minhyeok taking Ppyong to see the fireworks and Ppyong is so overwhelmed lol

[gingergari]

i still believe in a february winter wonderland

companion/sequel post here!