#and then some that go into murder mode

[astralshipper]

always happy stimming in front of your f/o and then one day somebody says something about it and how it must be annoying for your f/o or something. so you stop doing it. and it takes so little time for your f/o to get concerned and wonder what's wrong and why you won't happy stim anymore, even when they do all your favorite things!!! they don't understand!!! they want to help just tell them what's going on!!!

[elizakai]

ignore the lack of anatomy I NEEDED TO SHARE THE VISION

[themintman]

that one "do you think we're friends in every universe" Dan and Tray post I made AGES ago but space dogified.. rubs my hands together like a cartoon villain

The drawing 👇👇 based on this one painting my friend sent me AGES ago to draw for a different au (mermal 🎉🐟) but uh. IT GOT TURNED INTO A TDM THING-

also the original post I made

[gingermintpepper]

"Hey Ginger, what are you thinking about at 2 am?"

"Well, you know that one part in Graf's 'Apollo' where he concludes that Apollo's deathbringing is not opposed to his joy-bringing but that, in fact, through him both aspects are unified and given equal prominence?"

"Oh, you mean:

"Yeah,,, that's the line right there."

[unproduciblesmackdown]

fr is he, you know.............................................repeatedly described as being Impersonable and Lacking Charm and Pedantic and confused / bothered by things he supposedly shouldn't be while inspiring confusion / botherment in others in ways he supposedly shouldn't and like 99.9% of the grief he's given is over All That while he's just sitting or standing there rather than the like intimidatingly efficient hitman georg thing he has going on. which is in fact The Skill That Makes Him Useful Despite It All and also perhaps the least foothold in interactions because [worried he can & may kill you] affords power when otherwise just being the weird guy nobody likes(tm)

bonus mordecai balling

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

[spacedlexi]

me collecting every vague line about minnie to piece together what kind of person she really was pre-delta

[nickywhoisi]

pizzasuba

Hey PT fandom come get y'alls juicey fucked up italian meow meow

When I remembered this anime (and honestly why wouldn't you??), I knew exactly what I had to post next. You know me, I'll probably ink and colour this later. I wish I had some digital art tools to really make this look like a screenshot. It'd be pretty cool if someone else wanted to take a crack at it! For now, I bumrushed the idea out of my goof brain. The face was all studied carefully from a youtube clip, no tracing no scope baybeeeeeeeeeee

i hope nobody will notice that i can't draw guns for shit wwwwwww

[snow-system-wol]

It takes a decade of freedom and a few months of actually remembering why he cared so much in the first place, but S'ria finally realizes that his hair length need not be dictated by anyone's wishes except his own.

Ao3

Ao3 -- with flashback

(The story below is the safe flashback-redacted one, but still light tw for panic attack)

There was no reason his hair he could not cut his hair short, should he want to.

Once the thought was in S'ria's head, it was impossible not to continuously think about it for the next several hours. He turned it over and over until the thought became a well-polished stone. His hair didn't have to be so very long, not like it is. He could literally just shorten it, no one could stop him. S'ria really liked that idea, of how easy it could be. He could do it right now. He was going to do it right now.

S'ria snuck off to find a set of shears that would probably suffice. He stripped out of half of his clothes, knowing this would be a bit messy, and sat in the middle of his bedroom floor. A shirt full of hair would've been annoying, but hopefully the floor couldn't be too hard to sweep.

S'ria held a chunk of hair, hands shaking.

Surely it couldn't be this easy? He trailed his fingers up to a point a bit below jaw length, nodding. It was a thrilling and terrifying prospect. He was looking at an entire fulm and half to chop and he crunched the numbers involuntarily (two moons for an ilm, 18 ilms to remove –) 3 years? It was 3 years to regrow if this was a mistake? The thought made him feel a strange mix of dread and excitement.

Suppressing the former, he closed the shears on the section of hair he held.

It would've been nice if it was a single dramatic movement. It didn't cut all the way through immediately, it was too thick for that. It took a series of unsatisfying movements chewing through layers to make it the whole way through, and then suddenly a long bundle of hair was loose in his hand. S'ria abruptly felt as though he couldn't breathe.

[Redacted Flashback]

[Ao3 link with flashback included linked above]

 

–after all, you're not supposed to be cutting it off, but you already have. Nearly a third of your hair now stops above your shoulders and you're holding the rest in your hand, and you are in so much fucking trouble, why did you do this–

There were footsteps behind S'ria and he whipped around, holding the shears like a dagger. Tataru lifted both of her hands up, palms open, and stepped back.

"I wanted to see whether you wanted any fruit tarts, but I heard – um, are you okay?"

S'ria shakily lowered the scissors. He was also suddenly very aware of being shirtless …It was just Tataru, that was fine, he was fine. Her eyes moved between the fallen hair and the incredibly uneven cut ends to the right side of his face, wincing just a touch. S'ria shrunk a little further in on himself.

"Should I have asked before I did this?"

"No, of course not – it's your hair. Just… what are you using and where did you get those?"

S'ria tucked the shears behind his leg. "Suddenly I feel like I shouldn't answer that question."

Tataru paused and S'ria believed it took great restraint on her part not to question it further.

"May I help, at least?"

S'ria froze, thinking it over. It wouldn't be bad, to have help, but it also felt like giving up. He didn't need someone else's help to get past this fear, he wanted it to be his choice.

"Let me – let me cut it to the right length myself. Then you can help."

S'ria lifted hair off of his neck so that one blade of the shears could fit underneath. He sat like that for at least a minute, telling himself to just keep going. A part of him wished Tataru would leave – but equally, he was glad she stayed. Easier not to lose track of where he was that way. He lowered his hands and stared wordlessly at Tataru until she got the hint and turned to face another direction. S'ria gathered his resolve and managed to quickly cut all the way around, what felt like ponzes of weight falling away. He shook his head, feeling the short ends shift about his face and neck. Had his hair really been that heavy?

S'ria looked at the edges – oh, it was so uneven. A laugh bubbled out of him, and he was surprised at how genuine it was – he'd actually done this and it was a truly awful job, wonderful. Truly and without sarcasm, wonderful.

Of course, Tataru disappeared to her quarters after and came back with much nicer scissors that may have actually been meant for cutting hair.

"Don't you worry, I'll have it looking perfectly done in a moment."

S'ria cringed, leaning away for a moment.

"Oh – what's wrong?"

He didn't want perfect, he didn't want to need to care about that in the slightest. A part of him wanted to keep it exactly as is, terribly done. He could concede that some parts of it would bother him, if left like this.

"Can you just even it out to mostly the same length? Don't fix anything else, please."

"Okay, can do!"

S'ria appreciated it. He knew it was probably very grating for her, painful even, not to be allowed to make it look fully better. She cared, and she wanted it to look good, and S'ria almost felt bad for forcing her to let go of that. Tataru stood behind him, pushing on his shoulder to try and get him to slouch down a bit. S'ria obligingly hunched down a little extra for her. As she started to shift through the layers of hair he'd cut, something else occurred to him.

"Wait, wait." Her hands withdrew immediately and he loved her for that. "Don't tug. And don't let the scissors touch my neck."

She smiled at him like it wasn't even a big deal to ask. "Of course, whatever you need. May I?"

S'ria nodded and she returned to her task. Tataru was so careful, so gentle, that the tension quickly left him. There was never any pulling, never even a hint of metal against his neck, just tiny snipping noises and the tickle of hair falling on his shoulders. Hmm, he wasn't sure he'd fully thought through how to clean the hair off of himself.

It did not take her long to be finished, dusting hair off of her own hands and arms.

"There we go! Do you want to look in the mirror?"

S'ria grinned. "No. I think I'm good, actually." And oh, it felt good to refuse to care.

(Of course, he would get curious later and actually look at it, and it was so wonderful to hardly recognize any of his younger self left in the mirror.)

[aromanticannibal]

I've been thinking of a iida/todoroki family swap and I think shouto would have gruesomely murdered stain

[hannie-dul-set]

CONFERENCE FINISHED YESTERDAY. I CAN FINALLY SLEEP UNTIL THE AFTERNOON AND WRITE.

[jonny-b-meowborn]

thinking about the one part in my Jarod fanfic that I literally haven't even written yet, but I have the image very clear in my mind, and I'm like dying over here bc I'm gonna use one of my favorite trope thingies and it'll probably be literally just briefly mentioned in a sentence or two but I am still going insane

[ravensroleplays]

Y’know, if I wasn’t getting ready to start drifting away a bit from my AUs and focusing more on my new original story, Oasis to Oakwood, I might actually consider incorporating the events of Security Breach into my FNAF AU?

[bmpmp3]

a bit of a mild milgram fan (i adore the music and music videos but i still havent checked out a lot of the dramas but i still vote because i like being involved LOL) and i feel like giving my unsolicited opinions on season 2 so far. even though it makes perfect sense based off what i see from the fanbase that Futa was voted innocent BUT as someone who was largely neutral but uninterested (aside from his awesome song) in his character in season 1, season 2 made me actually really REALLY like him but in particular way where i want to see that little twerp squirm so im SO sad no one else voted him guilty q-q i WANTED to see him suffer for the NARRATIVE

also I think Mu should be voted innocent because she slays

[danielnelsen]

genuinely surprised that the achievement for controlling the brain for bhaal is only 2.9%. like it's something you have to dedicate your whole playthrough to, sure, but 5.1% of people have beat the game in tactician

also 7% of people have become the slayer, which is an interesting comparison. to be fair, you can get that achievement reasonably early in act 2, but less than half of people have gone through with it to the end

hm. actually, 40.3% of players have finished act 2 and 22.8% have finished the game, so......... i guess that kinda checks out for a proportion of people rejecting bhaal sometime during act 3 after becoming the slayer. but id assume that someone who becomes the slayer is more likely to finish the game than the half-ish people in those percentages. durge probably isnt most peoples first game

wait, 2.2% of players have beat honour mode (the least completed achievement). that's nearly 10% of people who've finished the game, which is more than i expected, wow! but also not actually that much less than embracing bhaal

got sidetracked looking through achievements, anyway, i just like the wording of the bhaal one: sins of the father - claim your throne of blood: take control of the netherbrain for bhaal and break the world

this whole playthrough ive been sitting here like damn i cant wait to break the world. and that's really an apt description of what i did. and apparently i really enjoyed it, too

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

I think if indiana jones' adoring students ever went on an Adventure(tm) with him it would be really funny if that was the turn off. like, a routine dig he was leading for the school goes awry and he has to get all cocky gunslinger ladies man hero mode and the students are like. hey what the fuck. his shirt gets ripped up revealing he's jacked and that one girl is immediately wiping the 'I love you' make up off her eyes. an entire room filled with artifacts gets destroyed while they make an escape and the kids are all horrified. "professor jones. how many people have you killed" "well, do you count the damn nazis as people-" "UNFORTUNATELY YES. LEGALLY YES. ARE ALL ARCHEOLOGISTS MURDERERS." he's flirting with some random woman on the dig and all the students are like what the hell. you can't talk like that. where did the droning and stutter go. why are you not flustered. she inevitably swoons into his arms or something and they're like "oh my God eww he's so sweaty. ma'am literally what's wrong with you. blink twice if you need help". they're so betrayed to find out he never even NEEDED glasses, he was wearing nonprescription lenses in class. Indy's lowkey hurt he's like I thought you guys thought I was cool :( and they're like 'yeah when you're in a bowtie and telling us about sumarian gardening techniques. WHY do you have a whip right now you freak'