#because you're fragile

[storytellingbadger]

Turns out Old Moon and Solar's Sun "Swift" have a lot in common.

Both are back from the dead. Both feel responsible for the devastation and destruction they left behind. Both are a little lost, trying to forge places in a family that went on without them. Both fiercely love their brothers. Both mourn a life that's long behind them.

As it transpires, they also both love numbers and mathematics, and bond over chess and sudoku.

Unexpected besties.

Based on my TSAMS AU Celestial Phenomena over on AO3. Mind the ratings.

[mymarifae]

i'm in tears. do you know how beautiful this subversion of expectations irt death is to me. do you even understand how important it is. she's all warmth and love, always surrounded by vibrant displays of life - rather than the expected wither and decay. because death is not the antithesis to life: it is life. they are a part of each other. saying goodbye is always hard, but you have to let everything go, eventually. it's okay, it's not a punishment, it's not scary, it's not lonely - it's one last well-earned rest. releasing your borrowed energy back unto the universe so it can feed a new budding life, starting the cycle anew. and she's here to hold and cradle you until you're ready to go. you lived well. you were loved. sweet dreams, okay?

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

i saw the hollow/puppet reader request, and i thought about how cool it would be to have that + Nanook floating limbs (honkai star rail)

and then i thought about how if it were me, i’d end up shoving things through/in the hollow limbs as a fidget and like, no self control

THEN i imagined everyone else just panicking because im literally shoving items through my limbs and *oh my god what if it gets stuck?! what if you break something!* and *OH MY ARCHONS PLEASE STOP SHOVING THINGS INTO YOUR TORSO SO YOU RATTLE LIKE A MARACA!!*

anyways,,, just thought i’d share these lovely thoughts with someone

hang on i have to google something... yeah this is hilarious!!

Foul Legacy thinks that you're brilliant- he's seen Childe hauling supplies on his back and under his arms far too many times, so having extra storage seems like a wonderful idea!! he loves the rattling sound as well, nudging you cheerfully and trying to guess what you've got stored away this time, even if it concerns everyone else. to be fair to them, Zhongli has had to help you remove a chunk of crystal lodged in your arm more than a few times, despite him gently reminding you not to store items in your limbs. but Legacy's claws are long and nimble- anything else you get stuck up there, he can yank right out for you if need be. it doesn't hurt you much either way, since your limbs float all about, which he also absolutely adores

they make it much easier to pet Legacy and scritch behind his horns, just letting them float up instead of him having to crouch down. not that it stops him from doing that, since sometimes he just loves to be closer to your height, quite literally face-to-face. occasionally he'll nab one of your arms, biting and nuzzling it very carefully so he doesn't scratch it. the openings of your limbs are concealed by starry, shining matter, like the night sky and Legacy's wings. it's a connection between the two of you, see, both nonhumans and speckled with starlight. your eyes are bright like the sun, and Legacy's shine like crystal, an Abyssal monster and an artificial puppet so happy in each other's arms

[silvermoon424]

i'm so tired.

[howlingday]

Yang: C'mon, Jaune! Scream and shout! LET IT OUT!

Jaune:

AAAAAAAAARGH!

Yang: (Falls backwards) God damn! What the fuck is wrong with you, dude?! Like, seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?!

[stormyoceans]

Sleepover ask -

PuenTalay headcanon, at Properly Old. Not forties, not fifties. But like... 70+.

😘 go!

DIDN'T EXACTLY PLAN TO CRY MY HEART OUT ON THIS FINE FRIDAY NIGHT BUT NO YEAH I CAN DO THAT SURE WHY NOT IT'S GOOD IT'S FINE IM FINE IM DEFINITELY NOT ALREADY TEARING UP OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT

basically this is the thing im sensitive about. so i took some of the headcanons i already had about this and tried to write them a little bit better, but i feel like they might be..both too specific and yet not specific enough at the same time ;;;;;;; still, i hope they can be at least an interesting read!!!!

SO HERE GOES NOTHING

it feels kinda silly to start with this but. they have matching pill organizers: blue for talay, pink for puen;

talay has diabetes and high blood pressure (too many sweets), puen has arthritis;

talay also has to go back wearing glasses because of presbyopia, while puen somehow still manages to have better eyesight than him;

don't ask me why, but i always loved the idea of puen eventually starting a garden in their yard (i blame the pink trumpet tree and the lotuses) and now not even his aching bones can keep him away from his veggies and his flowers;

when they were younger, puen was always the one getting up late and trying to keep talay in bed, but as they grew older their habits somehow switched: puen would usually wake up at dawn, and after staring at talay snugged closely against him and marveling at how their bodies still fit together perfectly after all those years (soft paunches and weary muscles and fine bones and all), he would throw on a dressing gown and slip into a pair of rubber boots to go putter around the garden;

talay would wake up some time later and slowly make breakfast before calling puen back inside to eat together;

when puen's arthritis gets bad, talay gently holds puen's hands in his own and rubs the thin, speckled, slightly gnarled skin with ointment, before pressing a kiss on top of them;

puen still loves to take baths, loves to sink in the hot water with all his creaking joints and let himself relax for a while. talay can't join him in the tub anymore, which is a pity, but he's always there to help puen out, to wrap a towel around him and pat him dry;

despite his worries, puen still has a full head of hair, but it's all gray now. talay has less gray hair but more lines on his face, especially around the eyes (puen loves them);

technically they're both retired, but puen still writes from time to time, especially children's books, and talay has learned he actually enjoys painting quite a lot (and even sold a couple of his works);

im fully convinced they would adopt a kid some time after the our skyy's events, but by now the kid would have grown up and started their own family, and while of course they're very close and puentalay are wonderful grandparents (or even great grandparents!!!!!!), not long after their kid went to college, puen started to brought in stray cats and never really stopped after that (talay did try to stop it the very first time, but it's hard to say no to puen, especially when he's holding a tiny kitten he just saved from the streets) [also no matter how many cats they had throughout the years, they all somehow fell in love with talay. talay always jokes that it's because puen is a cat himself];

one morning, talay gets out on the porch to call puen for breakfast and suddenly he can't speak. there’s a painful buzzing in his head and a strange sagging feeling on his face, and when he tries to call puen's name his mouth doesn't cooperate. somewhere in the distance, their new stray, a tabby who loves to follow puen around in the garden, is meowing almost desperately. the last thing talay remembers is puen's pale face and puen's arms wrapped around him;

talay's had a very mild stroke, but thankfully there was no damage. with some rehabilitation and some adjustments of his meds, he is back walking and talking and cooking and painting like before. puen gets stricter with their diet tho, and he insists they go for a walk every day. in the past, he had sometimes joked around pretending to feel sick or to forget about stuff just to tease talay. now, he doesn't find it funny anymore. they aren't able to talk about their fears, but they don't need to speak out loud to understand each other. some nights they just spend hours kissing, slow and purposeful and certain, focusing on what makes them alive: the cadence of their breaths, the tremble of their bellies, the clutch of their fingers;

they don't really talk much about the alternate universe anymore, not because they don't remember it or no longer think about the people they met there, but because they've built a life and a family in their own, and they like to believe that so did everyone on the other side too. sometimes tho, when it's late and they're lying in bed together, fingers entwined and foreheads touching, talay would asks "in our next life, do you think we’ll find each other again?”, and every single time puen would whisper fiercely, holding talay so tightly it almost hurt, "i found you across universes, i'll find you across lives too";

there was a time when they both thought they would spend the rest of their lives alone. then, they found each others

[freakwiththeknifecollection]

The sick feeling you get in your stomach as an undiagnosed/closeted autistic hearing friends/loved ones make fun of or talk about "what's wrong with" the openly autistic people you know

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

today just will not let me rest huh. reasons are in the tags but i get very emotional just be warned

[angrybatart]

Something I'm working on. First time drawing Antiquarian fanart. Technically second as there was another drawing before this, but it's not as good as this panel. 💜 Tried to refrain from posting until the comic is finished, but she just looks so good!!!

Stay tuned for the final product.

[stormyoceans]

wake up moni!!!!!!!!!!!!

https://x.com/GMMTV/status/1860956637613416751

LITERALLY HAD TO LOCK MYSELF IN THE BATHROOM TO CALM DOWN BECAUSE I STARTED TEARING UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE OFFICE LIKE THE NORMAL AND MENTALLY WELL BALANCED PERSON I TRULY AM

JIMMYSEA ONCE AGAIN ABOUT TO SERVE SUCH UNPRECEDENTED UNPARALLELED UNMATCHED LEVELS OF MUSIC IMAGERY CINEMATOGRAPHY ARTISTRY COLORS AESTHETIC STORYTELLING STYLE ALL WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY REINVENTING CHEMISTRY ADORATION TENDERNESS DEVOTION REVERENCE PARALLELISM ROMANTICISM SOULMATISM CARE LOVE LIKE THE PINK AND BLUE + THE POOL AS A CALL BACK TO PUENTALAY AND MADLY IN LOVE?????????? THE TWO OF THEM LYING DOWN TOGETHER AS A CALL BACK TO MORKDAY AND BETTER DAYS?????????? GOD IM ABOUT TO FEEL SICK I MISSED THEM SO DAMN MUCH

IF ANYONE NEEDS ME I'LL BE HAUNTING THE HALLS OF THE PSYCH WARD JUST WAILING WEEPING HOWLING SHRIEKING BAWLING BLEATING FOAMING AT THE MOUTH FOR THE REST OF THE DAY

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: December 14

“He Set Her Off” by Emily Ann Roberts

[traumacatholic]

Something that I would strongly recommend, for anyone that is able. Is that if you're interested in any topics surrounding mental health issues, sexual violence, disability, housing issues, or anything like that is to actually turn to real life examples in your area. Look up news articles, look for real people talking about their experiences. If your area is too small, then expand that search out a bit. But always look at how people are actually impacted in your area.

Something that is often pointed out in the UK during mental health awareness campaigns is that the biggest issue impacting a lot of people isn't necessarily awareness of the existence of mental health struggles, it's accessibility and waiting times for resources. Resources that might just straight up not exist in some areas causing them to be redirected to a service in another area which means bigger waiting times.

Spend some time looking at resources in your area, look up waiting times that someone might experience if they're pursuing a diagnosis or trying to find accommodation. Look at the price tag of accessing some resources. Look to charities from the perspective of being a vulnerable person seeking their support, and see how often a simple bullet point can be the make or break between them being a resource you can use or not.

Even medical professionals I've spoken with on a purely personal level have been shocked by the barriers I've experienced when trying to access resources. And I think more people need to be confronted by these things. I think more people need to be confronted with how a lot of resources are purely theoretical and inaccessible for the person in need of them.

[hearts-hunger]

if i had all the time in the world i would write a vampire danny fic and it would be about the two of you building a life together and him loving you more even as you get older and he stays the same

[cowardlycowboys]

occasionally I'll get anon hate for a few days before I'm assuming they become normal again and it's very obvious it's just one person trying to make it seem like it's multiple people is just so funny and stupid I wonder what I did to make them remember I exist and stalk my blog and be mean to me for a few days

[momentsofamberclarity]

"they're just pixels on a screen" when i see a picture of a cute puppy i do not think "oh cute pixels", i think "oh cute puppy"

those "pixels" are depictions of children being raped, they are depictions of siblings dating, they are depictions of serious fucking crimes portrayed positively.

stay away from kids, if you told someone who has never been in any fandom you liked fanfiction where kids are raped they would want to stay the fuck away from you

Is it really that hard for you to accept that there are people who aren't proshippers for the sake of porn? Because if you can't grasp that from me quite literally telling you last night that I am a sex repulsed ace, you are proving exactly what's wrong with the anti community; the assumption that fans can't consume fictional content for non-sexual reasons and/or believing that proshippers condone what they consume in fiction in real life.

Fiction is fantasy for a reason. So if you ship all of your ships sexually and purely for the sake of reading smut about them or seeing sexy pics of them, that is a you problem, not a me problem.