#and they don't make any sense anymore

[squirmydonnie]

Vent: tw su!cide

I dont knownthat what I do has anay pint to it anymore.

If it's always the same.

I'd like to know why I'm even doing this.

Why.

Is it because i.care. just that much. Yes. Clearly.

I cannot control these parts of me. Parts I've had my whole life. No matter how much I try to change they will never leave me

They are at my core.

All this time I could have been enjoying myself. Wasted away to nothing. Nothing of use to life at this moment.

I have to wait years.

But I am so tired of waiting. If nothing comes to me now why wait.

How can I explain how I feel when nothing I say is something I'm allowed to share.

I m not allowed to share my feelings or the truth. Nothing us here.

It always makes so much sense to me now. For

I don't want to forgive anyone anymore and I hate that I do that.

I hate the way it feels .

Ignored

Confused.

It just doesnt make sense anymore.

My methods are all bad. They are all bad. They don't help.

It just doesn't feel like anything anymore. I've wasted my time.

Learning all these things. I almost fully regret that I did it.

Because it's all pointless. Now.

It would have made a difference but it doesnt.

When I matter. It's almost always for a specific reason.

I'm just so nice so kind so sweet so helpful so great

It hurts me

It all hurts me a lot

And no one cares for the qualities . Not really

They say they do sometimes. But mostly they don't. Not a word is shed. Really ever. And I waste and waste myself. To be there.

Hoping that one day I'll get what I want to. But i don't.

I'm to scared to receive it if it happens too.

It's just waste.

I wish I would never try anymore. And that mattered more then this. That it would all just go away.

I wish sometimes that I could just slip away and that youd never think of me again.

I wish I could start over by never doing anything that I've done.

Youd think that with all this I'd be able to do something. But I cant.

I can't do anything.

All this isn't useful in the real world.

No one cares about this.

If I here one more suicide joke

Its just " I'm going to kill myself". Over and over. All day. I here it at school. And it never leaves .

A constant reminder to myself that no one takes this seriously.

An extension to myself. No one takes me seriously either.

They don't care about my problems because they turn out fine. They don't care. I will be ignored. And turned away from.

I will be told things that don't show in action. Or worse do. With the same execution as usual.

[buzzcutlip]

Hiiii... For your dialogue prompts could you do 'can't sleep?' or 'don't look at me like that' please?

You choose the character, whoever you think fits best.

Much love <3

Hi Amy, thank you for sending the prompt, here's one for you :) It exist in the Obsession universe (because I'm obsessed with it).

Prompt: "Don't look at me like that" Richie Jerimovich x Fem!Reader 1000+ words (happens in this universe, and after this - but I don't think you need to read it, however, it can be a bit vague)

Through the gaps between the guests' bodies, their shoulders and arms, you spot Richie. He’s shoving canapés into his mouth, the delicate, bite-sized bruschettas and caviar blini looking especially small in his long, thick fingers. It’s obvious he hasn’t eaten, which is typical Richie—he’s the “only coffee and cigarettes until midday, at least” guy, then grabs something quick, just to stuff himself with greasy fast food later in the evening.

You hate how well you know him, how hard it is not to notice his presence in Nat and Pete’s living room, crowded with close and extended family members, Pete’s co-workers, and of course, The Bear crew. Richie’s dressed in an unusual outfit—not a suit, but not his typical sweatsuit either. He’s wearing washed Levi’s and a dark gray henley.

You’d be lying if you said he doesn’t look good. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t still a little heartbroken over what he told you two weeks ago. This can’t happen again.

Petulantly, you don’t go over to greet him. Instead, you talk to Marcus, then catch Pete to congratulate him on the baby, handing him a card in a nice, expensive envelope. In the kitchen, you pour some fresh orange juice, bypass the alcohol, and cram as many ice cubes as you can into the glass. You don’t watch Richie directly, but you’re aware of his every movement.

Donna’s trying to shush everyone because Natalie’s putting the baby down in the nursery, which strikes you as funny—funny and ironic. You have little patience for parents who messed up their kids’ lives, whether it’s your own parents, Donna Berzatto, or the countless irresponsible people who should never have had children.

By the large window overlooking the garden, Richie finally approaches you. Small victories.

“What’re you doing?” His voice, once soothing, now grates on you.

That catches you off guard—it’s not what you were expecting.

“Celebrating the baby,” you reply, raising your half-empty glass of juice.

Richie scoffs, glancing up at the ceiling. It takes you a moment to catch up. He’s so simple, yet so complicated.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Richie warns, and you realize he’s noticed your constant awareness of him.

“Like what?” you play dumb.

“Like it’s all my fault,” Richie snaps, his voice rising slightly. One of the uncles turns to look.

Shaking your head in disbelief, you decide not to react. With so many people around, you don’t want to cause a scene. Under Richie’s heavy gaze, you leave the room and head upstairs in search of a bathroom.

Once you’ve freshened up, wiping the black mascara marks from under your eyes and reapplying your lipstick, you feel a bit better. But as soon as you open the door, Richie is right there, hooking his arm through yours and leading you into the nearest room—a guest room, from the look of it.

“What?” you snap, shaking him off and turning to face him.

“I wanna know what’s going on with you,” Richie growls, leaning down until your faces are mere inches apart.

The tension between you is thick, a mix of unresolved emotions and an undeniable physical pull. You both stand there, breathing heavily, caught between the chaos of the party downstairs and the storm brewing in this quiet room.

You can’t believe him. “What’s going on with me? You said things couldn’t happen again, but they did—once, twice. And it was you who initiated it.”

The weight of unspoken words and unsaid truths hangs heavily between you.

Richie steps back, half-turning as he groans loudly, covering his eyes with his large palm.

“Now you wanna pretend nothing ever happened?” you accuse, your voice sounding weaker than you intended.

Richie looks at you with an intensity that both excites and terrifies you. “Because it has to be that way. Fuck—I could be your dad. Jesus.” His hand flexes at his side, like he’s trying to hold himself back.

“But you’re not!” you shout. Richie steps back into your space, gripping your bare arm with one hand while covering your mouth with the other.

“There are people,” Richie hisses, his gaze flicking between your lips and your eyes.

For a second, you freeze, then you shake him off and step away. You don’t know this side of him—serious, cold, holding on to his façade as tightly as he can.

“I’m tired of never talking about it,” you say, shaking your head, glowering. You still call it “it,” avoiding the truth.

Richie frowns at you, his deep blue eyes searching for something. The noise from downstairs is loud—laughter, clinking glasses, doors opening and closing. It’s a wild new baby celebration, Berzatto-style. Better laughter than screaming.

A hollow feeling grows in your chest with each passing second. You’re afraid to speak up, so you wait for Richie to make a move.

“What if I said I wanted it?”

“Wanted what?” you ask, trying to mask the tremble in your voice, scared to hope that he means what you think he does. Would a man like Richie really give in? It’s never simple with him—his demons, his baggage, all the walls he’s built.

“If I wanted—this,” Richie waves between the two of you, avoiding your eyes.

Your stomach tightens. It’s not what you’d hoped for deep down, and a pang of disappointment hits you, but you knew this was coming. You step closer to him, your chest brushing against his. The magnetic pull between you is undeniable, and you know if you give in, it’ll consume you both. Maybe that’s exactly what you want. Friends with benefits never ends happily.

In the end, it’s Richie who reaches for you, kissing you with Earth-shattering force. His fingers, smelling faintly of olives, chives, and cigarettes, cradle your face, and you weakly cup his cheeks, feeling his beard under your palms.

You hear yourself whimper as your tongues meet, your eyebrows knitting together as your face crumples. You’re on the verge of tears. Maybe you are crying—Richie doesn’t understand anything, he’s so fucking stupid, and you can’t tell him, because then he’ll leave you and never come back.

The thoughts spur you on. You lead the kiss, desperately pressing closer, standing on your tiptoes, licking into his mouth, biting his lip. He grabs your wrists, as if he wants to say something, but you don’t let him.

Then a loud cracking noise from downstairs jolts you both, and you pull apart, fear of getting caught overtaking the need within you.

Your eyes are heavy with want, arousal pulsing through your body. Richie doesn’t look any better.

“Okay,” you say, though your heart flutters with a mix of anticipation and caution. “But if we’re doing this, it has to be clear—no more mixed signals. No denial.”

Richie’s eyes darken as he steps closer again, his hand trailing down your arm. “Deal,” he says, his voice low, filled with that familiar, irresistible edge. He leans in, his breath brushing against your lips. “We stick to what we know.”

[elisedonut]

I think if I were to put Percy in an alternate house Id actually make him a puff

like i get where people are coming from with he's ambitious = he's Slytherin like yeah makes sense

but I think i could make the same argument with He's hardworking = he's Hufflepuff

though this is more for like outside reasons

If he (or any Weasley really) was put in Slytherin i think the rest of the family would really not take it well at all

I wont say to extent of outright disownment but the way that person would be treated would be way worse especially by their siblings

that disappointment would be there with any house tbh but with like Hufflepuff it gets turned into a small thing

light jabs and such vs outright hostility

little things that build up over time that fit's thematically with how Percy felt less and less like he belonged in his family but that said family didn't think anything of saying

vs a strong explosion that a Slytherin sorting would cause

[teruwasright]

I might seriously take a break from the fan base again...

All this hate for Teru following chp120 is absolutely ridiculous and as MUCH as I wanna fight the entire fan base tooth and nail about this stupid shit honestly I'm so tired of trying to reason with you all...

I thought the fan base was doing better...I thought yall finally saw Teru as an actual human and brother and stopped viewing him as just a monster and exorcist...but no.

On the surface it seems like people's views on Teru have changed but they haven't...it's just subconscious now bc why was him "murdering" his brother the first thought yall had? Why?

I'll tell you why it's bc under it all yall still see Teru the same way.

I'm so tired of fighting yall about this shit and I hope yall know I hate yall rn.

Not my followers tho or the people that are just as mad as me about this tho- I love yall and dw I'll continue to post about Teru and my art and thoughts but I won't be interacting much with people outside of my regular moots so I wouldn't expect to see me in debate posts much...

Sighhh I genuinely hate this fan base sm and I have no idea why I keep coming back but I need a little break rn...

On a side note I've been getting into Skip & Loafer and I actually suggest it it's super cute! ^^

[midnightmah07]

Sketches of design ideas for Daisy's new dorm uniform<33

I'm having a complicated time choosing which one I like best so i'm open to hearing other people's opinions! Also none of these are official I'll have to digitalize a version of this to be official!

(details for my inspo and thought process under the cut!)

Bc Daisy is from the 50s I decided I wanted to use the dresses as inspo! You can see how most of the dresses have like really puffy skirts so I'm using that as a basis... Also I really love that one jacket, but it's just so hard to draw, so I might ignore it 😔 oh and the gloves!! I really like the gloves!! They give a nice touch<3

Daisy is twisted from Cinderella, so I'm also taking inspiration from the way Cinderella's dress is shaped (which, not a surprise since the movie came out in the 50s, is very close to the shape I already had in mind!), I'm also using my own old design as reference to keep the black details underneath the skirt, the bow and the glass slippers which I really like!

Since Daisy is from Ramshackle I'm trying to hint at it with her clothes, I'm trying to see if instead of that saturated dark blue I might try to color it in a similar way to the ghosts' scarves, and I always will make sure to add a bow, because Daisy's supposed to be matching Grim! But overall I'm focusing more on the 50s theme and Cinderella theme than Ramshackle😔🙏🏻

[ruvviks]

The Dobrynin family is a corpo family through and through, rooted in Arasaka and Orbital Air going back by several generations; though their powerful position within the corporate world ends with the children of Nadya and Matvey Dobrynin. With Vitali and Daniil fired from Arasaka and Kang Tao respectively— the former indirectly getting his parents fired, too— and Roksana having refused to set foot within a megacorporation from the start, the family begins crumbling apart at the very seams when clashing interests lead to grudges, betrayal, and pointless acts of revenge. ↳ read the unrevised fic here if you're interested!

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[lady-harrowhark]

lol not me crying because someone from my program texted me to ask how i was doing and that they hadn't seen me around in a while

[tachiguin]

Adventures in de-girlbossifying female BSD characters, pt. Gin Akutagawa. I've already talked a bit about how I think people tend to write Gin fairly simplistically: as the supportive and sometimes protective younger sister of Ryuunosuke, who is also a badass assassin who rarely speaks.

I think what people tend to gloss over is the implication of Gin being situationally nonverbal. Please correct me if I'm wrong (I've done what research I can as someone who doesn't experience this), but selective mutism tends to correlate with social anxiety, which generally is a trait that I rarely see Gin portrayed with, despite the high likelihood that she has some degree of anxiety surrounding social situations. It even makes sense why she couldn't speak in the beginning of the series, but was able to hold a conversation with Tachihara later on. Gin is the younger sister of one of the Port Mafia's elite, and it can be inferred that Gin only joined the organization because Ryuunosuke was recruited by Dazai. Even someone without a pre-existing disability would probably feel nervous about how they're perceived by their coworkers (accusations of nepotism, general misogyny, etc).

This is just my oc-ification of Gin based on limited canon portrayals of her, but I think Gin would struggle with a fear of receiving criticism or contempt a lot. She's comfortable with speaking within the Black Lizards, and maybe a little bit with the ADA, because she's grown to understand and expect what their responses to her will be. It's not that she doesn't speak because she's shy or reticent (though she can be these things as well), but that she can't speak, because there's the sense that whatever she has to say won't be received well.

Personally, I also agree that Gin isn't innately timid or meek by any means, but I also think that people, once again, oversimplify her because she's a female character into a girlboss caricature that is infinitely capable and strong, when she's portrayed in the series as someone with multiple layers, personas even, in a literal sense.

[calware]

kanaya says she's 5'8 and everyone believes her because before sgrub sure they can send selfies but they can't really tell how tall everyone is, besides she has Tall Energy so it makes sense but then they all meet up in person and she's actually 5'3 and her horns are 5 inches tall

[bell-askblog]

hey, bell, what in the world are you doing on tumblr? don’t you have a job to do?

adler’s gonna be pissed if you start spending all your time on social media. i know i have my orders, and i’m sure you have yours too.

— a friend, or maybe just a fellow victim of circumstance. or hound, if you feel like calling me by a name.

Sorry. I should get to work. I know I'm off duty right now, but I know— I have to... I have to do something. I will be back. I will go make myself useful.

I have a job to do. I think. Adler will be mad if I don't do it. I will be back, then.

It is nice to speak with you then, friend. Talk soon, Hound.

[sarahlancashire]

seeing various dragon age romance polls & honestly i'm so happy that all the veilguard companions will be romanceable bc bioware are so talented at making me fall in love with characters & then making them unromanceable either to women or at all (except for isabela!) like:

origins: tried to romance morrigan, ended up in the most queer-coded homoerotic female friendship imaginable. tried to romance anora, got nowhere

awakening: tried to romance velanna, w similar results to morrigan, albeit for the other reason (no romance in awakening)

dragon age ii: successfully romanced isabela, gaining false hope for inquisition

inquisition: tried to romance vivienne, got laughed out of skyhold

[probablygoodrpgideas]

Do you have advice on how to make combat more enjoyable for players who don’t really like it?

Things I’ve tried that haven’t done the trick yet: - have combat less frequently (never two weeks in a row) - start the session with it to avoid getting tired - walk them through how combat works and their character’s abilities - multiple goals in combat (i.e. fighting while solving a puzzle or trying to interrupt a ritual) - involving backstory NPCs (i.e. oh no your childhood friend has been kidnapped by these guys) - both theatre of the mind and drawn-out battle maps

I think it just comes down to two of my players not enjoying combat mechanics very much, which is totally valid. The issue is that the rest of my players do like combat a lot, so I can’t just stop having it, and our group gets along really well, so splitting into two groups isn’t a good solution either. Any tips for making fighting less of a slog for those two players?

I assume this is about dnd 5e, in which case you're asking someone who dislikes the combat enough to refuse to ever run the system again so I'm afraid I can't help you but I'm putting this out there in the hope of helping you find someone who can

[solei-eclipse]

okay. hello guys. my bad for not responding to stuff or being as active recently, had a lot of work to be done and other stuff to focus on that took a lot of my time. I wanted to make more art, but I unfortunately had to put that energy into other things (which got to the point where I could not put them off any longer and had to stay working on it). I know I missed a lot of stuff and I'm sorry for it

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

if dorian didn't show up, do you think louis would have shot minnie?

I do. I know some people think either he wouldn't have or he would've missed so that's why the writers had him shoot Dorian instead, but mmmmmm no, I don't personally think so. I like to think that if he had taken the shot, his shaky hands would've caused him to shoot her fatally.

Mostly because I'm already so normal about the fact that of the Ericson crew, Marlon and Louis are the only ones with a body count. Well, that we know of, but shown to us in the game, at least. Plus, we know it's Louis' first kill.

Like yeah, Clementine and AJ become part of the crew and they have bigger body counts, and if we're counting indirect kills caused by actions, then Tenn has a count... and I guess everyone has blood on their hands for blowing up the boat... but I'm talking about killed directly with a weapon like....... I lied, I'm not normal about that at all, Louis and Marlon are the ones who have killed someone in Louis' route. I'm also not normal about the fact that Louis kills Dorian and then even as he's clearly in shock, he tries to go with Clementine to get AJ, and then later on when they talk about it, he says it feels like bile but not quite and he's glad he has it in him to do it.... listen, listen, listen... I'm obsessed with that.

Anyway, so if Louis shot Minerva, I think he would've accidentally killed her and can you imagine? He's already enough of a mess after killing the woman who pinned him down and tried to cut his finger off [or succeeded] but he knew Minerva, they were friends before the twins were taken. Even Violet couldn't kill her even though that would've been the smarter thing to do, and we know thanks to meta knowledge that killing her would've saved lives, but Violet couldn't, and I don't think Louis would intentionally either.

Speaking of Violet, if Louis killed Minerva, I hate to think about what that would've done to Vi. I think she might've actually left at that point, like what was planned before it got changed to her being burned. I don't think she would've attacked Louis over it, though, like yeah she attacked Clementine in the cell but Louis? I don't know, but I don't think so just because it's Louis and he'd be a mess about it anyway.

Though if he did kill her, it would be a neat parallel to draw... y'know, because Louis forgave AJ for killing Marlon even though he was pissed and heartbroken, and Violet was annoyed with him the entire time... but could she ever forgive Louis for killing Minerva? Y'know? We already have a similar parallel with AJ shooting Tenn, but still.

If Clementine killed Minerva in that moment, though, then I could see Violet attacking her since in her eyes, Clem proved her right.

So yeah, I get why they added the Dorian kill to his route. It adds another compelling element to Louis as a character, but we also need Minerva alive for episode 4; Louis can't kill her, he can't miss, and he's not going to stay with her because we need Violet to stay on the boat and him to be on shore for all routes.

[sillylittleflower]

Wilmon + "I just can't seem to get this step right" 👀💜

Bless you Simon for sending this prompt in and making me think about Tango Wilmon. This made me so so happy!! Every creative idea in this is basically Simon's!!!

"I just can't seem to get this step right", Wille groaned when Simon came over to the bench where Wille was currently sitting, hunched over, fighting a battle with his water bottle and wallowing in his weird whirlwind of emotions that he couldn't quite make out, to ask him what was wrong.

And it wasn't exactly a lie, Wille had to left feet and he didn't even know how Felice had managed to convince him to participate in this Tango course for beginners in the first place.

So yeah, Wille definitely had some problems with this step (and not only that particular one, a lot of the other ones as well), but that was hardly the reason why he had left the circle in which the other participants were currently dancing in pairs attempting to replicate the movements that Simon, his firm but gentle dance instructor who always made sure that everyone was feeling comfortable and on top of that was extremely attractive with his long, curly brown hair and his eyes that looked incredibly beautiful when caught by light , had just demonstrated in the middle of the room together with another participant named Kalle, before going around and correcting the other participants, occasionally taking over and dancing with some of them to make sure they got the movements right.

How on earth was Wille going to explain the way it was extremely difficult for him to behave normally around Simon and not just stare at him the whole time (especially when he was wearing these very well fitting trousers), how he generally didn't like to make a fool of himself but especially not in front of Simon, how he was both aching for Simon to come over and correct him, dance with him, yet also dreaded Simon feeling his clammy, sweaty hands, how he couldn't stand Simon's delicate hands traced by the most scrumptious veins on Kalle's shoulder and he could stand Kalle's hand on Simon's waist or the "Look at Kalle, that's how you're supposed to do it" even less; it's not like he could tell Simon that without sounding like a creepy, very, very jealous weirdo, it was bad enough already that Felice thought he was jealous which he absolutely wasn't, that Kalle guy was just so annoying, Wille didn't understand how he didn't get on everybody else's nerves as well, he should just leave the course for beginners if he could already do everything oh so perfectly.

"Soooo, what do you think about us trying it again? Together?" Simon asked, pulling Wille out of his thoughts while holding out his hand for Wille to take, an encouraging smile on his lips, a glint in his eyes and motioning with his head to the circle of dancing participants "Hmm? Come on, I know you can do it!"

[musical-chick-13]

I hate when something looks like it would be RIGHT up your alley and the cast is pretty stacked, but there's one person in said cast who is just. Genuinely a horrible human being.