#and that's definitely safer

[teaandinanity]

Question for people who are good at AO3:

Is there a way to force a search to ONLY look for your target pairing as the first listed relationship?

[trans-androgyne]

Well if your pronouns include “he” now, don’t you know you don’t need safe spaces? After all they give you full gender rights under misogyny, and you’re suddenly more likely to be violent sexual and queerphobic. I’m just affirming your gender after all, so I can’t be transphobic /s

[gremlingirlsmell]

queer tme ppl when they see an extremely transmisogynist TERF movement in a different country: "this is so punk rock" "based" "heck yea" "faith in humanity restored" "this is so cool to see" "literal history happening there right now"

[anartificialsatellite]

Man this is so unimportant in the grand scheme of things but idk how I'm supposed to just follow fandom people and do normal Tumblr shit after this because of how widespread the absolute mask-off insane antisemitism has been recently?

[opheliasam]

the fact that the season 8 finale is a direct parallel to s5 finale but so much worse because this time the stakes are not an eternity of torture vs. saving the world. sam would have gone to heaven And objectively made the world a safer place but because of dean’s inability to let him go of him, because he sees it as a personal failure—he’s pulled back from the brink of eternal peace against his will (coerced consent) and thrust into a cycle so vicious and horrifying while also missing time and chunks of his memory and he doesn’t know what’s real and he wants to leave and leave and leave but he can’t . it’s horrifying in a way that’s incomprehensible … dean’s inability to grow and change due to a deep seated denial of his nature makes him angry and hostile and abusive to everyone around him but especially sam. dean cannot ever fail and sam cannot ever win. the horrors r inconceivable . But ultimately fully consistent w spn canon

[stiffyck]

Can we talk about how Karen definitely has some sort of PTSD because you can't just wake up one day with a knife and bloody hands and a dead coworker on your carpet one and then be fine. You don't get arrested and then almost strangled to death while in custody and be fine. You don't get kidnapped and threatened and then kill someone in self defense and be fine.

Oh my god can we PLEASE talk about Karen and her trauma oh my GOD.

[pianokantzart]

Impromptu

Quick one-shot based on the body-swap concept by @elitadream because you guys know I had to write something. It was inevitable.

Also available on Ao3: X

____________ “Psst. Princess.” Princess Peach was deep in thought when she heard someone call out to her from the nearby window. Despite the distinct familiarity of the voice, she couldn’t help but let out a little gasp, nearly dropping her tea as she turned to see Luigi clinging to the branches of the tree outside of her bedroom. That tree, “The Mario Tree” she had taken to calling it, was tucked behind an old vine-covered wall in the inner courtyard, out of the way of anyone who wasn’t thoroughly familiar with the garden. Mario had climbed it to reach her window a number of times at her beckoning, so that they could speak for a moment in perfect privacy. Strangely enough, she always felt safer with that window open and that tree in view.

But now, it was Luigi dangling from the branches, his arms and legs wrapped awkwardly around a drooping limb like his life depended on it. When he realized the Princess saw him he shuffled closer, and flung himself from the tree to the window sill like an unsteady kitten.

He seemed unusually clumsy tonight, weary and exhausted as Peach grabbed his shoulders to ensure gravity didn’t send him tumbling to the ground below. When Luigi's feet touched the floor of the bedroom he hunched over, clutching his knees as he breathed heavily. “Thank you.” Peach smiled, but felt little amusement. Luigi was trembling terribly, like something horrible had chased him up that tree. 

Mario's little brother was not a particularly spontaneous individual. He knew he was welcome to use the front door, and would have done so gladly unless the situation prevented it. Princess Peach glanced around, looking for some hint as to what to blame for Luigi's current state, but seeing nothing she took him by the hand and made an effort to lead him to the small tea table near the bed. “Come, sit down.” But Luigi pulled away, opting instead to spin around and shut the curtains behind him. “I can’t. I can’t be seen here… he…” he stuttered, “It’s Mario, but it’s not Mario… he’s not Mario.” It was a message he needed to relay quickly– but he couldn't quite figure out how to explain it. What proof could he give to elevate his word above that of the most trusted man in The Mushroom Kingdom? What evidence could he provide that the doppelganger couldn't effectively explain away? That he hadn't explained away? He stammered for a moment, getting out nothing but fragments of sentences, when he felt Peach's hand on his shoulder. “…I know.” Luigi froze, caught off guard by this reply. “You know?” “Well... I suspected." Peach corrected herself in a whisper, adopting Luigi’s hushed tone. "I’ve only seen him at a distance as of late, but he has been acting strange. I could sense something was wrong, but I couldn’t put a finger on what, and I could never get ahold of him to inquire about it.” Indeed, Mario had been more ever-present, yet more avoidant than ever before. He seemed to drift in and out of locations like a ghost, wearing an expression that mimicked his old kindness like an ill-fitting mask. Then, there had been strange goings-on in her castle; troops being shuffled about without her command, frequent miscommunications between guards, strange little incidents were never properly investigated, doors left open when they should’ve been shut…

Princess Peach was about to explain this, when she suddenly felt herself wrapped up in a hug, Luigi’s face pressing against shoulder. Surprised as she was, her heart ached at the sensation, the desperation in the gesture speaking volumes about what Luigi had been experiencing for the past few days. Peach was on the verge of returning the hug, when Luigi backed away as suddenly as he had embraced her, red with embarrassment, hands tucked to his chest. “S-sorry. I’m sorry. That was out of line. It’s just, I… I thought nobody would believe me.” His gaze drifted to the ground as he rubbed the back of his neck. This was a common tic of his, but as Peach took in the shy gesture her eyes widened. There were dark bruises on his throat. She had glimpsed them when he had first climbed through her window, but at that time she had assumed it was merely the shadow of the tree leaves in the light of sunset. Now, with the curtains shut and the lamps lit, there was no mistaking it. She gingerly lifted a hand up and brushed her fingers against the injury. Luigi winced, but made no motion to stop her, tilting his chin a little as he felt the light tingle of healing magic, The Princess slowly fading the marks to nothing. “He hurt you.” “No more than I’ve been hurt before. It’s Mario I’m worried about. The real one.” Luigi shrugged. “He said he’d kill him if I tried anything, but if Not-Mario is who I think he is… I couldn’t just sit back and do nothing.” Peach nodded. Luigi did not need to elaborate, they were both thinking the same thing: if not The King of The Koopas himself, the imposter was no doubt someone working under his command. At last, Luigi was calm enough to allow himself to be ushered to a nearby chair, where Princess Peach sat him down and searched him over for further injuries. She found nothing life threatening, mostly bruising, the worst of it being a large, swollen lump on the back of his head. In most situations, she would have opted to mend the wounds traditionally rather than use healing magic, but there was more that needed to be healed here than simple physical injuries, and as Princess Peach gingerly undid every wound Luigi's shivering slowed, and his breath gained a gentle, steady rhythm. “I’m going to go to The Darklands.” He said after a time, “If I don’t find Mario there, then maybe I’ll at least find answers.” “When do you leave?” “Tonight.” “Good.” Peach brushed off her skirt and rose to her feet, her hands cupped determinedly in front of her. “I’ll join you after I inform Toadsworth about what is happening. Wait for me at The Grasslands Outpost.”

Luigi stood up, appearing surprised and concerned in equal measure. “Your Highness?” “Toadsworth is clever, he should be able to cover for me and keep things in order until we get the real Mario back. Besides…” She reached out and gave Luigi's hand a reassuring squeeze, “… I’ll be a lot safer with you.” Luigi was startled by the affirmation, looking down at the hand that gripped his like a lifeline. He nodded, lifting his free hand to give the brim of his hat a sharp, confident tug. “Thanks. I… I won’t let you down!” Princess Peach gestured for him to lower his voice, and Luigi let go of the hand to clamp his palms over his mouth. They both stood perfectly still for a few seconds, examining the surrounding darkness, ears pricked for evidence of eavesdroppers. When they were both content that they were truly alone, Luigi crept back to the window and leapt to one of the branches. He climbed down as quietly as he could manage, not taking his eyes off the princess the entire way to the ground. “Please be careful,” he called up in a whisper. “You too, Luigi.” Peach called back quietly, and once she saw him disappear into surrounding garden she took hold of the shutters, looked around one more time for anything amiss, and cautiously clicked her bedroom window closed.

[spitblaze]

in retrospect my confusion on the whole 'man vs bear' thing may have been due to the fact that i was interpreting it as a 'would you rather be trapped in a mall with five black mambas or one adult gorilla' type question rather than a 'which is safer to begin with' question

[fatuifucker]

tw SA mention

tbh i would rather have minors read my work rather than those coquette smut blogs (not targeting anyone specifically, just in general) that write really ooc drabbles and topics that are basically SA. sometimes it's even blatant SA it's wild that you'd have the reader basically crying and begging the character to stop but the post's theme is just (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

[bearyyayay]

I love Sam but Paulie is my comfort character I love him why does he have to die he just wanted out he wanted a pizzaria he wanted a wife why can't he have that it's not fair why

[the-blossica-fan]

I was dog sitting for a friend and had the wonderful idea that Isolde should have to have a service dog to warn her of a sudden seizure and as an emotional support animal. Specifically, she should have a neapolition mastiff because:

1. it's a big and strong breed of dog (perfect size to steady/move Isolde if needed)

2. They are laid back but protective of their owners (great guard dog that suits a non-athletic lifestyle)

3. It's droopy face is very cute in a "always looks kinda sad" way (omg twins <3)

I have zero idea on what she should name the dog however but am open to suggestions.

This is a neapolition mastiff btw:

Oh my Goodness, that's a very cute dog!! It looks so strong but also so pretty. I have to agree that its droopy face is quite cute and charming.

That's a very good idea, comrade! I haven't played her side story since, outside circumstances, but from what I've seen in the main story, seizures and fainting seem to be so common she even has to warn others (that one voice line)

From what I know, she would definitely name it after an opera character. For the moment, I consider names like Tosca and Cavaradossi since it seems she likes that opera a lot, or is Kakania's favorite. Either way, she would name it after some opera she likes a lot or a character.

It'd be endearing to see Isolde, who looks so saddened all the time, with a dog who also looks saddened all the time. I don't think they would play a lot, but Isolde would do anything for it as it would for her.

It would be a great addition to Isolde's life since it seems she not only needs a way to cope with her emotions, but someone reliable in her life to take care of her and help her during those moments she can't control. It would not only make her life easier, but also happier. Dogs do that to you, brighten your days when you need it the most.

I love your idea, comrade Zenpachii, it's something I didn't know I needed to see and imagine. I wish it could be implemented for her in the story, I'm quite worried about her.

[clannfearrunt]

The father is visiting my hometown and it’s not fair. I should be there. I should be climbing The 5+ meters tall Rope Tower. And probably needing to give up because I am much heavier than I was back then and gravity is a fucker. Please. Rope Töwer. Why is that thing still there

[coffeebanana]

One thing in regards to ml leaks and episodes airing out of order that I don't think I've seen anyone explicitly say is that alongside the fandom suffering in general, creators specifically see the effects of this. People have left the fandom over bible spoilers. People are no doubt avoiding fandom spaces or unfollowing people now to avoid even more spoilers. Personally, I've noticed a difference in ao3 engagement this season, both in the amount of content produced and the amount of people who seem to be reading fics. I can't speak for fanartists, but I'd imagine they might have seen similar trends with their numbers. And while some of that can probably be attributed to the normal fandom lifecycle, I'm certain that the bible leak played a role too. My point being, now is a time to reblog content you enjoy. Fanart, fic links, gifs, etc... Support your fandom creatives by reblogging, commenting, leaving likes and kudos. And please please please tag your posts accordingly and don't put spoilers in your rb tags--OP sees those.

[mlobsters]

supernatural s1e16 shadow (w. eric kripke)

Dad's vulnerable when he's with us. He's stronger without us around.

[watercolor-hearts]

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[1000sunnygo]

HECK YEAH THANKYOU TOEI AND CONGRATS TO KIDD FOR PROPERLY JOINING THE EYECATCHER GANG

The fact that he's stuck at Straw hats' next destination and people think he's done with his screentime will never not be funny HAHAH