#both short term and long term

[weaselle]

There have been several things in my everyday life that i have just, "decided to not let bother me". And that seemed to work really well for me. Like, well if i can't seem to change that then i guess i'll just accept the fact that i'm a person whose life is like that, and be at peace with it.

years later i'm finding out that while i thought i was not letting it bother me, what i was actually doing was ignoring that it was bothering me the whole time. And, wow, are those two things different.

[dykedvonte]

RE: Your post on the AU of Jimmy being in the cockpit rather than Curly.

I think that Curly would think that Jimmy was reaping what he had sown, but in a way would feel a twisted sense of relief that Jimmy was brought down by his own actions rather than Curly himself having to be the "executioner" in the situation, so to speak.

With "taking responsibility" and the fix-it mentality that he and Jimmy share being the overarching theme, compounded with Jimmy flat out insinuating that all of his crimes on the Tulpar will be "Curly's tragedy" in that one scene, I think Curly would almost find comfort in the irony that the choice was forcibly taken away from him. Which in itself is messed up, but it might be a bit cathartic. There's an interesting polarizing dynamic within Curly's relationship to his own responsibility in that it's his greatest burden and the thing he, too, avoids the most.

I don't think Curly would find any relief in this actually. While Curly didn't/doesn't like the responsibility he had, he defiantly doesn't avoid it, he just goes about it in a weird way.

A thing I noticed is that its less about taking responsibility with Curly and really what that responsibility meant objectively and then subjectively to Curly. The leniency that he applies to Jimmy also applies a bit to the others as well. He thinks his responsibility is more towards keeping the peace and things in order more than dolling out punishment. He has even more choices to make and responsibilities as he literally has to make sure they survive/ration long enough to be saved. Or figure out how to save them himself. The correct issue with Curly and responsibility is the prioritization in his head. He sees the big picture and prioritizes that. He doesn't notice the little things that he should but it's not a active dismissal, perhaps not even conscious despite how dismissive he seemed. He takes too much responsibility, espcially in regards to Jimmy, and I think this situation is when he realizes that is also a bad thing as he can't "fix" all of his wrongs.

I think he'd regret not making a choice, because in the end this happened because he wouldn't directly choose who to comfort and help. He tried to help both and ended up doing nothing for either and letting Jimmy fuck them all over. In this scenario/au he's thinking about all the times he let Jimmy inadvertently make his choice, and how he chose to let it happen. He regrets all of it and would be so bitter that he was giving his choice up for so long. He chose wrong and it affected everyone. The only thing he'd find cathartic is the fucked up truth it will never happen again, not with Jimmy at least.

But he's not happy he's getting joy from that. I think it's a point not a single character other than Jimmy is depicted at deriving joy from another's pain. Even Swansea is being more sarcastic when he cheers on Curly about crashing the ship and ending his sobriety. He's happy Jimmy was forced to take responsibility, but this? He wanted him to learn a lesson and do something with himself, this is hollow in a way it's just embittering. Jimmy didn't get what he wanted, he can be happy about that but no one else did. This isn't justice or closure for Anya, he's stuck in a place he was so desperate to leave with even more pressure on his shoulders. Daisuke is just a kid and Swansea doesn't deserve this after all his year making himself a better man.

Like in his sections, Curly is preoccupied thinking about all the responsibilities he has, taking on things he shouldn't have to and trying to keep the peace when he doesn't have peace in his own mind.

[backpackingspace]

Okay listen odysseus is ha! I was lying to you wasn't that funny rat bastard and penelope is no no I was telling the truth it's not my fault that you didn't catch the deliberate misinformation rat bastard

[grapecaseschoices]

so i'm leaning toward briala-celene [ugh] or public truce*. but i wanted to know ...

*I've been reading posts/articles that state that public truce isn't best long run ... but it isn't like the inquisitor would KNOW that.

[formulatrash]

haven't been this fucking insanely furious at Williams since they fired Damon Hill halfway through 1996

[sentientcanvas]

But when I was with you, I had looked forward to the rest of my life

[gemknightau]

Even he must rest sometimes

[phatcatphergus]

If tubbo logs on and sees that red not only disregarded what he said and instead put all of their energy into doing quests instead of working out the egg video and also completely destroyed blue base for basically no reason I hope he goes ballistic bc he’s been holding back far too long

[puppppppppy]

ive made myself more wet and pathetic

[kvothes]

kiss prompts #7 (to shut them up) for kirk/spock/mccoy, if you vibe with the ot3

this is SUCH a fun prompt for these three. TO SHUT THEM UP:

“Budge up,” Jim says—or shouts, really, to be heard over the pounding music of the club. “Bones, here’s your damn julep—”

“Have some respect—”

“Spock, I got you an altair water, if you want something else you’ll have to get it yourself.”

“That is acceptable.” They accept their drinks from their captain and jostle into place around their small round table. Jim has a classic G&T for himself, complete with lime, and he sips at it meditatively as he looks over the dance floor. Bones takes a deep drink of his julep and then returns to his argument with Spock. 

“It’s not a matter of disrespecting privacy, it’s a matter of needing to treat my damn patients.”

“No doctor may demand any information a patient does not wish to disclose,” Spock says primly.

“They run the risk of a lower standard of care.”

“Surely a doctor would be able to safely and accurately assess the needs of a patient even without—”

Jim breaks in, surprising himself. Usually he’s content to let them bicker themselves to exhaustion. “Think about it, Spock. Imagine I didn’t tell a doctor about my allergies. He could hardly be blamed if something gave me a bad reaction, could he?”

“Patients are not always able to disclose such information,” Spock declares. “Either because they are too young, or unconscious, or otherwise incapacitated. It should be standard for a doctor to proceed with caution and care.”

“We do, damn it,” Bones insists, waving his julep dangerously. “But in an emergency where we haven’t got time for trial and error—”

“If you keep going with the hypotheticals, we’ll be here until dawn,” Jim says. “Bones, you’re not going to solve the Vulcan need for privacy in a bar on your third julep. Spock, can you at least admit that, on a need-to-know basis, it might be helpful for Starfleet medical to be briefed on pon farr?”

Spock is displeased to hear the phrase spoken aloud in public. His eyebrows go down and the corners of his mouth are tense. “It is a Vulcan matter,” he insists. “Perhaps if there were more Vulcan personnel on the medical staff—”

“Oh, for crying out loud,” Jim says, and he hooks a hand around the back of Spock’s neck and pulls him into a sudden kiss to make him stop. “That’s an entirely new argument,” he informs the Vulcan.

“And one you’ll lose,” Bones says. Jim turns and kisses him too. 

“Stop arguing,” he says, in between kisses. 

“But,” Spock says, and Jim kisses him. He almost expects to hear another line of attack from Bones, but when they break off the doctor is merely watching and sipping his drink. He raises his eyebrows.

“Don’t stop on my account,” he drawls. “Pretty as a picture, you two.” 

Spock flushes. Jim grins. He presses one more messy kiss to Spock’s cheek and then filches a mint leaf from Bones’ glass to chew on. Within moments, the two have found something new to debate, and Jim can’t do anything but laugh and let them.

[caliburn-not-calculator]

I’m struggling to do stuff rn but I did spend ten minutes doing this silly template for pirate au VR-LA and MR-SN to try and feel better

themm

My only art of Emerson is him looking like he should be on a bodice ripper cover my god... honestly, accurate

[little-cereal-draws]

Pls only answer if you’ve received an official diagnosis from a dr

[crimescrimson]

Favourite Resident Evil Characterizations Out of All Their Games [1/?]: Short Hair Claire Redfield in Resident Evil: Revelations 2 (2015)

[rolandkaros]

here's a question do u guys think elena will ever reach #1 in the world. and not by "happenstance" through other players getting injured or something similar. like winning another grand slam and/or more 1000s etc. and accruing enough points to faithfully surpass whoever is #1 at that time? and DONT say it depends on her health bc thats a given. i mean peak elena rybakina do u think she is #1 inevitable or no. explain pls.

[1mnobodywhoareyou]

So basically your roommate is a cat? For Boggie(cause like... Yes)

Okay, I STRUGGLED with this. And don't even know if I like the outcome. We have like... Boggie from a distance happening here 🙈 I hope you don't hate it!

“So basically, your roommate is a cat,” Reggie’s date says, more of a statement than a question.

Reggie stops to think. He’d not really considered it before, but Bobby is very temperamental about touch. He likes to be left alone until he doesn’t. He’s relatively predictable but only if you can read his body language. Yeah, a cat kind of fits. But roommate? That… Might be stretching it. 

Reggie hums, “Yes to the cat, no to the roommate.”

He’s met with a curious look.

“Roommate might not be the most accurate way to describe our relationship,” he explains. “Bobby and I… Well, it’s complicated.”

“Complicated how? Are you not…” they trail off, obviously confused about what the hell Reggie is doing here if he’s got a “complicated” relationship with his “roommate.”

“We’re not… together. Well, we are. But,” Reggie takes a deep breath.

His date is growing frustrated. “Are you wasting my time? I’m not really up for being a homewrecker or somebody’s experiment.”

“No!” Reggie cries, putting his hands out to stop them from standing. “No, it’s not like that! I swear, it’s just…” He takes another deep breath. “It’s just. We aren’t labeled as anything. He’s my best friend. And we also make out and have sex sometimes.”

His date starts to gather their things in preparation to leave.

“No, wait! Let me explain. Please?”

They sigh, “Fine. You can have one minute.”

“Fuck. Shit. Okay. So Bobby’s not into dating and romance. He doesn’t want to hold me back from anything that I might want from other people. So we have an agreement that I can date freely, as if I were single. I try to be open about our relationship together from the start but it’s… Well, it’s complicated. Anyone who’d want to see me long term would have to be okay with what I have with Bobby. But I’m not like, cheating on him or anything.”

Reggie can tell that they’re processing and sits in silence while they do. He fiddles with the ends of his sleeves, his knee bouncing, while he waits. 

“Okay,” they finally say, “and like, you’re allowed to have physical relationships with the people you’re dating too? Kissing and sex?”

Reggie nods, “Yeah, honestly everything is pretty much normal. Except I have a Bobby.”

They cough out a dry laugh, “like a cat.”

Reggie grins, “Sure. A very large, very needy cat who I sometimes… y’know.”

“Well, it’s not perfect. But okay.”

Reggie’s brow furrows slightly. “Okay?” he asks, confused by the unexpectedly cool response.

They nod, “Yeah. Okay. I like you, Reggie. Let’s see where this goes.”

[quietwingsinthesky]

if there was a torchwood/spn crossover, jack would get shot in the head so much. i know he already dies a lot, but he’s going to die so many times during this crossover. keeps getting bullets unloaded into him. they stab him with silver and steel and copper and none of it keeps him down. he’s gonna get squirted with borax and that one’s not gonna kill him but it is going to ruin his coat, which is materially worse for him.