#and that's really interesting to me

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

sometimes while going through my fandom stuff i'll find privated/ghost interactions with it, and on the one hand i know there's any number of reasons someone might want some privacy and i respect that 100%. and it's also weirdly flattering! and i'm glad people are able to enjoy my stuff in whatever kind of peace it is they're maintaining. especially if it's something without a lot of other content out there.

on the other hand i am always so so curious. who are you stranger what was it you liked about my thing. who are the other enjoyers out there

[yardsards]

everything in this life is temporary. except that fandom hyperfixation from when you were 14. that thang will be with you forever there's no escaping.

[filibusterfrog]

types of wizards :)

[unapologeticallydorky]

idk if anyone else felt this way, but in the Shapeshifter ep of Dungeon Meshi, it's treated like a joke that all the copies of Laios are super obviously not him, but isn't it kind of fucked up that Laios's closest companions don't seem to view him as... whole?

None of his companions had an accurate view of him as a person! One of the copies was a stupid, drooling mess! And on top of this, they all believed that because Laios struggles with social cues he wouldn't be observant to them as people. They just... fundamentally don't understand him.

I think the really accurate copies of the rest of the party was drawn from Laios's mind. His powers of observation and analytics are his strength, but that's not the same as being good with social cues.

Anyway. It made me really sad. I know his party cares about him, but it's so isolating to know your friends don't know you.

[blackkatdraws2]

[⚠️The Amazing Digital Circus SPOILERS] This episode was interesting!

[buglaur]

[notherpuppet]

Art School AU LOL 🦌🎨 based on true stories hahaha

[mangozic]

the wettest of cats

[quixoticprince]

I haven't drawn in so long and tf2 comes back with a bat to my brain again after I first got super into it when I was *checks notes* 14 I gotta get my gears wet again and like, rediscover how to draw and I'm wetting my feet again with a heavymedic shit post 😭

------------------- EDIT: The original images contained a text post from someone who did not want that text post spread - So let's have the blank versions instead! Imagine any dialogue in there that you want lol

[oobbbear]

I want to post this here too because I’ve seen it happen a few times

Please understand that there are cultural differences and language differences, if you see this happening let the person clarify what they meant, that person might just not be familiar with words the western side of the internet use

[venavuoto]

she house on my medical till i department

[etherealspacejelly]

im so jealous of people who have special interests that are facts based. like how am i supposed to communicate to people that my special interest isnt star trek the tv show its star trek the story. the characters. the themes and motifs.

people ask me stuff about the lore or the production and im like nah nah nah. idk any of that stuff. but i could spend 30 minutes analysing the scene in corbomite manouver where spock says "im s-" and what implications that has for his character and his relationship with jim.

i dont know how a mind meld works or what powers a phaser but i could write you an essay on the themes of found family in star trek v, including the significance of row row row your boat in the cyclical narrative.

"how does a transporter work" fuck if i know. can i tell you about 'good luck spock'???

[aingeal98]

The way Mel doesn't even flinch when Ambessa slaps her, doesn't even react. Just keeps trying to negotiate, keeps trying to get her to see reason right up until that final fight. Your mother is the only person in the world left who truly knows and loves you and yet she does not respect you.

Thinking about Cait smacking Ambessa right as she was about to give another condescending smirk and line to Mel, snapping at her to shut up and fight even with a dagger in her gut. And she would have died seconds later if it wasn't for Mel.

No one can understand what it's like being raised by Ambessa. Not anymore now that Kino is dead. The level of abuse, manipulation and genuine love all tied together is something only Mel carries with her. Cait certainly can't understand it, but she was trained for a few months at Ambessa's side, each other's shadow of a replacement for their respective mother daughter losses. And sometimes that's enough.

Sometimes the spark you need to finally heal your inner child and stand up to your mother is your feral twenty two year old baby sister in law essentially choosing to die fighting rather than bow to your mother's will. Just that one little push past the point of no return, and suddenly your mother is dead and you have killed her and she is finally, finally proud of you.

[ciderjacks]

She’s the most like me

[anxiouscaretaker]

me when the character canonically gets little to no rest

[hexxedcore]

18+ MDNI

imagining vi stumbling drunkenly into babette’s brothel, looking for somewhere to vent that increasingly common frustration of falling victim to another cagefight match.

her request is the same each time, you — black hair tinted well enough it could be navy, gapped teeth, a dimpled smile.

she takes you gently at first, working what clothes you had on with delicate fingers considering her fingers were too swollen and too bruised to be anymore rough than what she had been that night.

and then, she gets hungry, seeing the curve of your ass reared for her, sweat-dotted eyelashes fluttering shut from overstimulation as she eats you out. her hands are firmly clamped on your thighs, now, with no intention of letting go.

she’s made a name for herself at the brothel, of course — for her awfully specific type and her reputation inside the ring. her poorly dyed hair is a familiar sight, to the extent where you are booked out on specific days when she miserably stumbles in.

you’re not new to the job, per se. she’s your most loyal customer, sure, but you have enough experience to recognise that look in her eye. that neglect. those starved eyes that attentively scour your marked tits. and how else can you oblige except for allowing her to leave with slumped shoulders, patched cuts, and a blissfully whole look in her eyes.

her needs are met, thanks to you.