#and will continue to do so

[wyndlerunner]

[synthwayve]

Sometimes I think about how nobody says Micolash’s name out loud in game

[dykeulous]

the trans community transandrophobia’d so hard we are now “invading women’s spaces” and “harming trans women” by being both transmasc and lesbian. wow

[stardustamaryllis78]

Warning, this turns into a full on rant:

Ok, I'm tilted. I've yapped about this before but I'm gonna say it again because I can't stand the argument "Aaravos is the villain and is there to be defeated".

If Aaravos was there to be defeated, he should have been released from the prison a few seasons ago because you can't build up someone to be this powerful and then be able to take them down this easily. It's awful writing and makes said character look like a joke.

Secondly, it goes against the messaging of the show where the best solution is not violence but peace.

And finally, what, everyone else's trauma is justified but not Aaravos'? Kinda hypocritical thinking, isn't it?

Some of the "heroes" have committed terrible crimes too in the name of trauma or protecting loved ones so if they can be forgiven for their crimes, so can Aaravos.

I'm sorry, it irritates me when I see posts that try and justify defeating Aaravos. I will continue to defend him.

And yeah, this post is less refined and more blunt then my regular posts but at this point I'm sick of seeing people try to villainize him while justifying others.

By this logic, all the Elves and Dragons deserve a huge taste of their own medicine for the awful treatment they inflicted on the humans who were merely trying to survive!

And who helped them? AARAVOS DID! He was the only one who gave a crap!

I'm so annoyed. If I see one more Aaravos is not justified in his trauma post, I'm gonna explode.

More then I have on this post.

Have a good day.

[fandomsarefamily1966]

@princesssarisa

I'm going to add a couple posts to your 'the March sisters as other characters' series, if you don't mind 😊

Part 1: The March sisters as the four main hobbits from the Lord of the Rings. (I'm feeling particularly strongly about this one.)

Meg: Merry. The one who organizes everything, does their best to look after the others (especially the baby of the bunch) and has a very good chance of fitting into society.

Jo: Sam. Hot blooded, but also very loyal, especially to their chosen protectorate, which makes it harder for them to let them go in the end.

Beth: Frodo. The sweethearted introvert with the biggest heart, who acts as an inspiration to others, suffers quite a lot of pain as a result of a selfless act, and has to leave their loved ones in the end, never to return.

Amy: Pippin. The mischievous baby of the bunch who has a tendency to get into trouble, but grows up and becomes wiser near the end, and who has the best chance of fitting into society.

[queennai714]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH/pos

I FINALLY got around to watching the new Dragon's Rising clip and just- OMG

First, the entire lavashipping community has been FED

Like, every interaction those two had was just 🤌

PLUS, them being uncles to Arin and Sora!? WONDERFUL

Also- CHRONOSTEEL!?!? HELL YEAH

I mean, vengestone is cool and all, but the concept of chronosteel was so cool and had so much freaking potential that the og show(s) did absolutely nothing with, so THIS IS AWESOME TO SEE.

PLUS EVERYBODY SWITCHING PARTS AND USING EACHOTHER'S POWERS!?!? SO. COOL.

Lobbo is love, Lobbo is life, LOBBO ANGRY

The little rocky-fire dudes are back. Love to see them

"Here, take my legs," lol. Sounds like something out of the Lego Movie universe, but it is also so normal for Ninjago, considering we've had mechs since season 1

Fight choreography looking EXCELLENT per usual 👌 (Also Arin just kicking and climbing around like normal while everyone else is in mechs. KING 👑)

MECHANIC IS BACK 🎉🎉

Fire vs. Ice Dragon beam clashes>>>>>

SORA USING THE FIRE POWER IN THE LEGS OF KAI'S MECH TO FLY. LOVE THIS.

The fact that we only got little snippets of Kai using his fire power to fly like Iron Man before they learned Airjitzu will haunt me forever. Like, ITS SUCH A COOL IDEA. And was obviously useful every time we did get to see it. Plus, it was like the FIRST THING he did with his powers after getting them. Just- UGH (Sorry, siderant over)

Love the new suits, too.

Overall, it was just 🤩🤩🤩

I'm so FREAKING excited dude, like IM VIBRATING-

[janesurlife]

MF talk about your fuck ass horse team who can't manage a decent pit stop after being in the sport for gazillion years

[kannedia]

FFXIV Write 2024 - Day 5 - Stamp

Beatrix has a talk with her mother.

Or why Beatrix decided to become an adventurer. Featuring the reveal of her forest name.

"Mother! ...Mother!"

Elin put her fingers to the bridge of her nose and pinched. She loved her daughter. Truly she did. But at times she swore that the kit had inherited her father's energy.

Her hunting partner was favoring her with an amused grin.

"We can finish this talk later." Nora offered as she put down her cup.

Elin sighed, looked over the table, and at their mostly finished drinks then nodded. She would need someone to talk to later. Her daughter only sought her out so loudly when she got an idea.

Nora returned her nod and silently slipped out of Elin's home. There was relative quiet for a few moments. Then Elin heard conversing between her daughter, Katya, and Nora.

"Ah. Mother. There you are." Katya was smiling as she entered the kitchen, slightly out of breath. "I would like to ask your permission to leave the village."

Elin froze. "You wish to what? Why?!"

Her daughter was rocking back and forth on her heels, as was her wont. There was no change in her expression.

"T-to help of course." But her tone did. "You saw it too. Don't pretend you missed seeing one of the moons plummeting from the sky. Gods! To think of how many people were hurt! or Killed! We need to help them! I can help them!-"

Elin could feel the shock receding and her fondness for her daughter growing as she continued to speak. Katya had changed a good deal since that day but she was still her daughter. Her dear compassionate little girl.

At that time the village had long grown used to the sight of one of the moons hanging low in the sky. The adults had split into groups to keep the kits calm and look into what could be done about the situation.

Katya had slipped out early in the morning of said day. This wasn't unusual for her. She had often been escorted back to the village by unusually patient Wood Warders when she was younger.

She was found many hours later sitting at the bottom of a large tree, staring into nothing and crying. She had been sitting on the tallest branch she could reach when it happened. Katya, her poor daughter, had likely seen all of it.

"Mother!" Katya interjected with a stamp of her right foot.

Elin kept her eyes on her daughter for a moment longer before pulling her into a hug.

"I understand dear but don't you think you're being too hasty." She responded gently. Katya was still in her arms, likely confused.

Elin separated slowly from her daughter, keeping her hands carefully on her shoulders and her eyes on hers. Her child was a stubborn girl, just like her. She would not be able to stop her from leaving but she could at least make sure she could handle the world outside her home.

"Katya, dear. I will not give you permission. Not yet. Finish your training with your grandmother. Show me the strength of your convictions. You can leave when we both believe you are ready." Elin explained firmly.

Katya seemed puzzled as she studied her face, "Do you mean it?"

"Yes, dear heart."

The wide smile she was wearing when she entered their home returned to Katya's face.

"Why don't you seek out your grandmother, dear heart," Elin suggested. "And work on your training. I will explain our plan to her later."

Katya nodded quickly, her smile morphing into a grin.

"Good idea, mother. I'll be back by dinner I promise." She half chirped before leaving as quickly as she came.

Elin let out a long breath and fell back into her chair. She would be having a long talk with Nora. She had been right. Her daughter had one hell of an idea. Hopefully, Nora would agree to help with Katya's training.

[illegiblehandwriting1]

love the fact that only fragments of ch19 have been written/even THOUGHT of, and yet i know exactly how it's gonna end. Poor Warrior.

also y'all got real lucky, i had so much that i was going to put somewhere else but it just wasn't BUT was also really important. So that's getting tossed in this chapter now.

roughdraft is 3.1k and i haven't even done anything important (untrue. several of these things are important)

also ALSO considering another idea for fd sky. It's...not quite in the same vein as the others, but it has fd and sky. i think that counts.

also also ALSO trying to decide what to do about Dear Four 3. idk. i have some stuff written down. I hate witing Time with a burning passion and that's why nothing has been out for. years. I've been busy ok?

[nowshesdoingitallthetime]

that’s literally me^^^^^

[bajablastflavoredsaxreed]

quivering rn what the heck

baron from the baronies is something that can be so personal actually

ough

[24-05txt]

AU where the third Alien movie wasn't bad

[filmbro-girlblogger]

i just watched the witch and i stole one of my mom’s gummies so i need to find another kinda like that but more fucked up bc yes i like torturing myself

[ilbound]

in this , the month of love , i come purely to mention that kaen - for as much as they seethe in HATE & CONTEMPT - has their roots steeped in this overwhelming need to love and be loved. kaen truly is an example of someone who is fit to bursting with love and absolutely nowhere to put it ( don't you dare suggest they turn it onto themself , that's silly-talk ! ) . i want you to understand that kaen is sentimental and a natural romantic in EXTREMES ; they take these things SERIOUSLY . and they tend to feel things rather deeply , managing to fall in love easily and quickly , thus always getting their heart broken without meaning to.

kaen , too , is what one may call a "simp" , for femme-presenting / female persons , specifically. they cannot help but feel inclined to praise , to show off , to try and charm the socks off of any lady they see ( with varying results , of course ) .

[allylikethecat]

i hate inflicting more pain onto him but you do "insecure matty comforted by g" so well, could we get a little snippet on him reacting to all the "twink death" posts on twitter 🥹

HELLO KIND ANON!

Thank you so much for going rogue and just like... sending me a prompt that wasn't on any kind of list. If anyone else wants to just... send me a prompt situation from the depths of their mind I am HERE and READY for it!

This little snippet ended up being 2k words and I'm not totally sure how that happened and I was going to try and cut it down some but then decided that this was my blog so I can do what I want and we are full send posting the entire thing. I'm not sure if this is what you are looking for, but here we are! Also I mean no offense to anyone with this one (Fictional!Matty per the prompt is upset about the Twink Death posts and it sends him spiraling about his relationship with fans and also fictional!George) and I hope you enjoy it! Also I 100% made up the twitter handle and I mean no offense if there is anyone out there with that handle.

Thank you so much and let me know what you think!

❤️Ally

Matty knew he wasn’t supposed to be on Twitter anymore. His therapist had told him so, George had told him so. Social media was a cesspool, it wasn’t real life, and it only ever served to bring him down. Matty knew he had an addictive personality, and a short attention span, so sometimes it felt like social media had been made just for him, projecting colorful, easily digestable, bite size bits of information right to his brain. (Rationally he knew that was the entire point of an algorithm but that didn’t mean it made him feel any less special.)

Scrolling through Twitter was like pressing on a bruise, he couldn’t help but love the sting even though it only hurt him. Whenever he went on Twitter he ended up doom scrolling until he sent himself into a depressive spiral, focusing on all the people who hated him and wanted him to overdose and die, which he then coped with by getting drunk and posting the wrong thing. 

Matty knew he wasn’t supposed to be on Twitter anymore, but George was distracted and Matty was too tired to even sleep and apparently a masochist as he settled onto the hotel bed and re-downloaded the app, a white X on a black background instead of the blue bird he had grown to love to hate. He logged in quickly with one of his many burner accounts, a ‘75 fan account that no one had even joking speculated was actually him. A tingling thrill of anticipation moved up his spine, not unlike the buzz he used to feel when he went out to score, as his feed loaded. He quickly glanced over at George guilty, who was still staring intently at his laptop, sitting at the hotel desk, headphones on, working on something. He felt like a little kid with his hand in the cookie jar, just asking to be caught and disciplined.

Confident that George wouldn’t be paying him any mind, at least for a little while, Matty began scrolling. There were fans proclaiming their love for him, and that they wanted to have his babies, invasive fan theories about him and Ross of all people that couldn’t be further from the truth, pictures of Taylor in Brazil, then more pictures of her pretending she gave a rat's arse about football. Sandwiched between a gif of a cat falling off of the counter and a tweet proclaiming Jack Antanoff a chaos gremlin Matty saw it.

He nearly scrolled past the two pictures posted side by side. If he was going to be naughty and looking through twitter, he was going to at least try and avoid too much of his own press, but he couldn’t help but stop. It was a picture of him from 2014, he was on stage, clutching a microphone and a cigarette in the same hand, his pale blue button down half unbuttoned and nearly slipping off his shoulder, his collar bone jutting out razor sharp. His curls were overgrown and unbrushed, falling around his face, a dark curtain he used to desperately hide behind. He had a vague memory of that day, at least he thought it might have been that day. He had been wearing that shirt the first time George kissed him for real. It had been the last time he had worn the shirt as well, the buttons hadn’t survived George’s eager hands. 

The other picture was from a few nights ago, a tight gray tee shirt clinging to his chest and biceps, the mustache he had grown back at George’s sheepish request twitched in amusement. He looked so much healthier in the second photo, and he was surprised to see it, surprised to see how stark the contrast was. He was pleased that the fans were seeing it too, that they were seeing how much work he had been putting into himself. He wasn’t hiding behind his hair anymore, hence the shorter curls. He was eating better, he was working out. He was trying not to drink as much, he was trying not to smoke as much. He was, after years of therapy, and a few hospital stays that he was happy never actually made it into the press, and more patience and support from George than Matty was sure he deserved, he was actually doing well. The new combination of medication was helping, even if he didn’t want to admit it. 

Then he saw the caption. Twink Death. He blinked. What did they mean, twink death. He was actively taking steps to better himself and healyslut69 was clearly being ridiculous, acting like a piece of him had died. He was the same person, he just wasn’t twenty five and addicted to smack anymore. Not that he had ever been a twink in the first place. He was a manly man, thank you very much. He clicked on the tweet, eager to scroll through the thread and see the replies calling out healyslut69 for being absolutely ridiculous. Twink Death, he scoffed, absolutely ridiculous. That was until he saw that all of the replies were in agreement with healyslut69. They were all mourning his alleged twink death.

He let out a little whine of frustration, then quickly glanced up from his phone to make sure George hadn’t heard him. Thankfully, George was still engrossed in whatever track he was working on, headphones on, clicking away. This is absolutely ridiculous, Matty thought, thumbing away from the thread to go back to his feed. This group of fans didn’t know what they were on about. He frowned as he saw another post relating to the topic, then another, and then another. He swallowed hard. Maybe healyslut69 wasn’t the one that was wrong. Maybe he was. 

He scrolled up, finding the original tweet once again. He looked at the two photos, bringing his phone up closer to his face to examine them as if he wasn’t looking at the face he saw in the mirror every morning. Maybe he didn’t look like the same person anymore. Maybe it was more than just getting clean, cutting his hair and gaining at least a stone. Maybe a piece of him really had died. He swallowed hard, his thick smoker’s saliva catching in his throat causing him to cough wetly. At that George did turn his head, lifting one of the headphones away from his ear. 

“You ‘right?” George asked, frowning, as he took in the look on Matty’s face. 

Matty quickly waved him off. “Yeah, just swallowed wrong,” he said, flashing George a thumbs up.

George frowned but turned back to his laptop anyway and Matty went back to his phone, clicking on the original tweet must have triggered something in his algorithm because he was suddenly bombarded with posts about how much he had changed, how much the fans wanted the “old Matty back” how they wanted to “Make Matty Gay again” as if he wasn’t in a fucking relationship with a man and had been for the past nine years. 

The more he read the more the self doubt started creeping in. It was slow at first, and he almost didn’t notice it. It was like frostbite, creeping through his body, overwhelming his senses without him even realizing until it was too late. He pressed the side button to lock his phone and tossed it onto the bed, where it proceeded to slide off the sheets and land on the floor with a clatter. He let out a groan of frustration and self pity, pressing the heels of his palms to his eyes. He just couldn’t fucking win. 

“Okay,” said George, taking his headphones completely off and spinning around in the swivel chair to look at Matt, quickly glancing at his phone on the floor, then back to Matty. “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” said Matty stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest, feeling ridiculous for even being upset that some faceless fan account was mourning his supposed “twink death,” even as his lower lip began to tremble. Fuck Matty though, unable to meet George’s gaze and the loving concern he knew he was going to see painted across his face. He was going to start crying. He froze, feeling like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over his head. What if George didn’t find him as attractive anymore, what if George missed how he used to look, all skinny and delicate, with long messy hair, sucking on a cigarette instead of eating breakfast, lunch or dinner. 

What if that was why their sex life had gotten less active as they got older. They still had plenty of sex, and Matty had always been satisfied, but what if that was the reason the shirt destroying urgency was gone, what if that was why George wasn’t tossing him onto the nearest surface at every opportunity anymore. Matty had thought they were just getting older, maturing, leveling out, but what if George just wasn’t as attracted to him anymore?! What if that was why George had wanted him to grow the mustache, what if he was trying to find some new way to make sleeping with him less of a chore. 

Matty couldn’t help it, he looked up, at kind, sweet, understanding and supportive George, who forced himself to fuck him even though he wasn’t attracted to him anymore, and instantly burst into the tears he had been fighting. 

George blinked in surprise, clearly he hadn’t been expecting that. He stood up, closing the distance between them as he sat down next to Matty on the bed, carefully pulling him into his arms even as Matty kept his hands pressed to his face. 

“What’s wrong, love,” said George softly, rubbing a large hand in careful circles against Matty’s back. “Did something happen? Is your family okay?” 

Guilt burned in Matty’s stomach, as he pressed his hand to his mouth as if he could push all the upset back inside of his chest, as if he could swallow it back down to his belly where it belonged. 

“They’re fine,” Matty said with a hiccup, “I’m fine, sorry, fuck, I’m fine,” he rubbed at his eyes, even as his breath hitched, “you can get back to work, I’m fine.” 

“Matthew,” said George softly, pulling Matty’s hands away from his face. “Something is clearly wrong, what can I do to help?” 

George’s kindness just made Matty cry harder, burying his face in George’s shoulder. He knew he was being extremely dramatic and over the top right now, crying because some fans on the internet were mourning his alleged “twink death” was ridiculous even for him. But it wasn’t just about the fans on the internet, it was hundreds of little things he had pushed down until he just couldn’t take it anymore and it all boiled over. He wasn’t sure he wanted to be famous anymore, he wasn’t sure he ever had. 

It was the fans that seemed to hate him always criticizing his outfit choices, the ones complaining about the set lists he painstakingly put together, the ones who complained that he didn’t talk enough during gigs, and the ones who complained when he did. It was the fans, and not fans, that took every word he had ever spoken ever, and twisted it round in circles until it didn’t even make sense anymore. It was the ones accusing him of being the worst person alive. It was the ones wishing death upon him and his loved ones. It was the way that no matter what he did, no matter how much of himself he gave to the masses, it was never enough and never what they wanted. He was just so fucking tired, and seeing that tweet broke something inside of him in a way that he hadn’t been expecting. It filled him with even more self loathing and doubt, why had he even bothered to get clean, why had he even bothered to try and get healthy, everyone liked him better strung out anyway it seemed. 

“Just some dumb fans on the internet,” said Matty quietly, trying to get his breathing under control, George was still rubbing his back soothingly.

“Matty,” said George sadly, his heart breaking. He wasn’t going to address the fact that they both already knew Matty wasn’t supposed to be looking at Twitter. 

“Do you,” said Matty, pulling away slightly, needing to hear the words straight from George’s mouth, needing to rip the bandaid off. If George didn’t like him like this he would figure it out. He’d lose the weight again, he’d grow out his hair. “Do you,” he swallowed hard, “do you still like me?” 

“What kind of absolute bullshit question is that?” George asked, “of course I like you Matty, I fucking love you.” 

Matty swallowed again, weighing his words. “Are you, are you still attracted to me?” 

“Jesus Christ Matty,” said George, “what is this about? Yes I’m very much still attracted to you, always have been and always will be.” 

“Even though I’m not as,” Matty could bring himself to say the word, “delicate anymore?” he asked instead. 

“What do you mean?” George asked not following along. Matty sighed and pulled away from George’s arms, leaning over the side of the bed to retrieve his phone. He unlocked it, keeping his eyes down cast as he handed it to George.

George frowned, looking over the tweet, a crinkle forming between his eyebrows. He relocked Matty’s phone without saying a word and reached over to set it on the nightstand. 

“I,” said George leaning in and pushing Matty onto his back so he could hover over him. “Love you.” He kissed Matty’s deeply, licking into his mouth, before nipping lightly on his lower lip. “And I will always love you and think you’re the sexiest man alive.” 

“Even though I’m not a twink anymore?” Matty couldn’t help but ask even as he felt George’s erection digging into his thigh. 

George snorted. “If anything, it’s even hotter that I don’t have to worry about hurting you.” 

Matty couldn’t help the grin that broke out across his face, and George couldn’t help but kiss it away. 

[pastelsugar6w6]

I can't stop thinking about goody two-shoes, star player, actual golden retriever who can do no wrong Alfred getting absolutely ruined by some punk British exchange student that everyone is sure was arrested at least once in his life. Arthur corrupting some homely mom's sweet baby boy into drinking alcohol, staying out past curfew, skipping school, and 🤢premarital sex🤢 and Alfred absolutely welcoming Arthur 'fucking up' his bright future because he's in love and Arthur helps him let loose