#but a pattern nonetheless

[sunlightfeeling]

so….uh….

i once posted these heinous tags that no one liked lmfao

and i was never actually planning on making a post about this cuz…

…..idk fill in the blank i got nada but i wasn’t so

but kyojo was the last straw

sorry, man. but tbh, you’ve had like…30 years to figure out what antacids are :(

…here’s your gif…

and lucky us its a two-fer

thx man

im so sorry

alex posts traditionally hot man doing…traditionally not hot thing

everyone disliked that

[craftycoola]

Frozen Porcelain is out now!

hi hello my first garment design is LIVE ON KNITTY!!! it's inspired by ming dynasty hanfu and knit in wonderfluff. check it out here: https://knitty.com/ISSUEdf24/PATTfrozen/PATTfrozen.php

[blood-orange-juice]

About Childe and his weird ethics.

He reminds me of what I know of real world medieval knights. Chivalry was a thing only applied to equals.

There was no glory in harming noncombatants and generally you would want to avoid that, but if you absolutely needed to sack a city (or take a city hostage to lure out its patron deity) then no one would blame you.

There was a lot of scheming too.

There's certain irony in wanting to be a fairytale knight and becoming a real one instead.

[even-disco-baby]

YOU — “No. There is still a chance.”

DOLORES DEI — “You think so?” Her voice is weary.

EMPATHY — Everything about her is weary. She is the Innocence of weariness, of heroically borne suffering.

CONCEPTUALIZATION — That is the picture you have painted for yourself, at any rate.

YOU — “You looked back. That’s the memory, the moment, that I can’t stop returning to. You looked back. I had a chance, for just that moment…”

DOLORES DEI — She meets your eye, gaze still forever cast back over her shoulder. Time stops. The stars are stilled, the ocean silent. There is *nothing* beyond this memory. Nothing at all. All of infinity is contained in this single moment when anything and everything was possible.

“Oh, Harry…” She sighs, soft as eiderdown. “We never had any chance.”

And just like that, the wave of time collapses under its own weight, obliterating everything. This moment was six years ago. She is gone from here. Gone, gone…

PAIN THRESHOLD — You cannot leave. There was nothing outside of this moment, and now there is nothing at all. It’s all gone. There is no point. I’m sorry. I can’t do this any longer.

VOLITION — Please, don’t say that…

“Okay. Well, fuck me, then.”

“How would *you* know?! You gave up! You didn’t even try!”

“We *must* have had a chance, at some point… Doesn’t everyone get a chance, if nothing more?”

“How could you say that…?”

DOLORES DEI — “Because it’s true,” she says, matter-of-fact. “There is no moment in time that you can turn back to, no branching paths, no infinity. There is only what happened. I looked back… and then away.” She closes her eyes, turning her back to you.

“The moment ended. *We* ended. That is all.”

SHIVERS — A wave crashes against an unseen shore, ocean spray tickling the back of your neck. You shiver, but no one shivers with you. You are alone in this intersection. Why are you here?

“Why can’t *I* end?! Why can’t this all just stop? Please, make it stop…”

“Ended? I’ve barely even started! I got a chance to start completely over as somebody new! I don’t need you anymore! You’re just dead weight to me now.”

“No. That wasn’t the real ending. We’re a part of something so much bigger than this intersection, telling a story that encapsulates all of history! There’s *more* to this, it *means* something.”

“Then… What am I supposed to do now…?”

DOLORES DEI — “No, Harry.” She turns back to you again now, and she looks… sad.

“We were not metaphors. We were people. Our narrative was not intelligently designed. It simply followed the patterns of history, because those are the only patterns we *know.* We tried to create something new, but we failed. There is no narrative reward for our failure, no satisfactory ending. There is only the immutable past and the unknowable future.”

RHETORIC — There is no assurance of what is good or deserved or what may bring relief. There is no assurance of punishment, either. There is no assurance of anything. Not even of a future. I don’t know what to say to make this bearable.

VOLITION — Even so… As long as you live, *something* is promised. Can you live with that?

I can’t, I just can’t do this anymore…

I can. It’s enough.

I don’t know. I just don’t know.

I can at least try for a little longer…

VOLITION — That’s all I ask. That’s enough.

[uncanny-tranny]

Socialization theory with regards to trans people might have been an interesting conversation if people hadn't ever used it to mean, "you will always be [gender] no matter what, and my assumptions about how you were socialized mean more and are more true than whatever you say you went through as a child. Your account of your life is untrustworthy because it doesn't align with what I say is [male/female] socialization."

I'm not sure this theory wouldn't have been picked up by transphobes, but it's infuriating how you can't even discuss your thoughts about your own transness or growing up trans without being called a liar.

[beatriceportinari]

different levels of glitter for the base color of izuna's outfit : )

[thewhizzyhead]

okay but AJR'S new song "Yes I'm A Mess" is one of their coolest concepts to date cause like, AJR has been hyping up the chorus for a long while now and from the frequently tiktoked verses "I could hate my guts when the sun comes up but I like myself like this" and the overall tune of the chorus, the most common impression on the song is that it's a song about the brothers "blowing up their lives" through partying and all that because they "like themselves like this". Basically it's your "wooo let's fucking party song" but in the perspective of them using it as a means of escape in a way. This impression is confirmed with the release of the full song whose lyrics include them wanting to quit their jobs and start over ("I'm in it now, I'm in it now, could I start again somehow?)

And of course, the theme of wanting to escae start over and becoming what you like yourself to be even if you make yourself into a mess is something quite relatable especially for young adults right? So that concept is good in it of itself but what makes this song so much fucking different IS HOW AJR FLIPS IT BY THE BRIDGE. By the time Jack sings "I could hate my guts when the sun comes up but I guess that's what this is. I like myself like this", there is a layer of acknowledged resignation that them blowing up their lives and escaping in the interest of starting over and "liking themselves" is something that's not that all good AND THAT POINT IS ESTABLISHED WITH HOW THE SONG ENDS - WITH THE OUTRO BEING ALL SLOWED DOWN AND REVERBED AS IF THE PARTY IS STOPPING AND YOU'RE COMING DOWN FROM YOUR EUPHORIC PARTY HIGHS.

This part especially took a lot of people off guard because they simply weren't expecting this shift of tempo to happen in a song marketed as a partying fun song and holy shit that's the whole point! The constant escape for a new and clean slate through indulging yourself into becoming someone you like to the point of self sabotage won't ever end up well - cause sooner or later, the tempo will turn slow, verses will be slurred, and the fun beat and whistles will stop. And for a band who prides upon having their songs be fun to dance to while being relatable in its woes of having to grow up and wanting to escape that, holy fuck is that an amazing point to make.

[veloursdor]

Writing Patterns (Tag Game)

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern!

Tagged by @tideswept. One of this isn't posted per se and only Winter knows about it, but let's see what these fics reveal of my patterns 😉

Obi-Wan Kenobi remembered the day he lost Anakin Skywalker as if it had happened just the day before. (Emperor-Wan fic)

It was hot, heavy, and intense. (Cheating-Wan fic)

Anakin hurried his steps, the clock in his phone mocking him by showcasing he was five minutes away from arriving late. (CEO Obi-Wan signs a contract with intern Anakin)

Obi-Wan awoke with a splitting headache and a parched mouth; his eyes struggling to focus. (Saw AU)

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away there exists the legend of a man who had everything – beauty, power, money, and above all, love – until he committed an unthinkable atrocious crime due to a broken, corrupted mind. (La Llorona AU)

It was big. (Stepdad Obi-Wan AU)

They only found a lightsaber when all was said and done. (Thought dead AU)

“You want me to do what?” Anakin asked Master Windu, as he stared, dumbfounded, at the pouch containing pieces of flimsi folded in half. (Secret Santa Exchange fic)

Anakin Skywalker met Mr. Kenobi when he was 16 years old. (fslseaes)

Obi-Wan could only stare as Anakin was driven away by the ambulance. (Criminal Minds (the show) AU)

tagging (no pressure): @amadwinter, @bunnywan, @palfriendpatine66, @anakinsthot, @posthumousvigor, @somethingsteff, @jedibongrip, @deathbyobiwan for as many fics as they'd like to put and i don't know who else to tag.

[sucrose-soymilk]

hadn’t really regressed in a While and i didn’t realize how much i missed/dareisay needed it until i had the free time and ability to do so over the last few days and i have to say. i’m feeling a bit better

[wigglesforsquiggles]

Here’s my knitting, not rly making anything, but I like to do it while I watch videos, v relaxing :)

ooo very nice !! knitting always looks so relaxing to do but also bloody difficult so i am v impressed dm !!

[yellowhollyhock]

I actually hit the tag max so I have to say this part in reblogs

DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY FLOWERS THERE ARE. DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT IT COULD TAKE YOU LIFETIMES TO STUDY IN DEPTH AND CATALOG EVERY KIND OF FLOWER. AND YOU COULD DO THAT WITH BIRDS AND RODENTS AND CATS AND FROGS AND MUSHROOMS AND ROCKS

And that's not even getting into learning how to build stuff, lifetimes, LIFETIMES, to perfect every hobby that ever sparks joy, EVER. NO TIME CONSTRAINTS

And grief is just another beautiful part of that. Every person you meet is an exciting new incredibly complex and deeply worthwhile topic of study. You'll remember them after no one else does, you'll love them forever and ever and ever, you are their voice decades decades decades after they're gone. Does it ever stop hurting? And if it does is that better or worse? Isn't it wonderful to feel alive enough for the absence to sting? Isn't it wonderful to be alive?

I would do this forever I would do this forever I would do this forever I would do this forever

.... wait am I already insane ?

[123itsbri]

writing project sekai aus is really fun because it's really a game of how out of character can i make them without losing their core and becoming an oc.

[skyafied]

HEY GUYS!!! Bit of an update post…this account is gonna probably be multi-fandom from now on! I mean it was before. But now it will be much More apparent! If you’ve seen my Twitter you’ll know Dragon Ball and Sonic have been eating away at my brain 😭😭😭 I’m sorry I know it’s a massive jump from TF2

I will probably still do TF2 art occasionally and am still working on the WAR! MV trust but besides that feel free to unfollow because I totally get it. I’ll probably start posting more misc. art from time to time. I’ll try to be a little more active!

Other than that, I stream on Twitch sometimes now at twitch.tv/skyafied and WAIT WAIT DONT LEAVE I KNOW I KNOW- I’m just playing through Sonic Frontiers blind with my friends! Feel free to just hop in, talk, and chill out y’know! Might do some drawing streams later too who knows!

[alsoanyways]

I love to give a character a prop

[inittosinit]

It’s him it’s the frenchman

GITM/Soleil "Sol" belongs to @venomous-qwille

Please go read their fic -> here

[amaranthinespirit]

new neighbor!simon riley whom you bring cookies to as a way to welcome him to the neighborhood, so naturally he has to pay you back, right?

you'd seen the moving trucks pull up at the little house next door, peering through the frilly curtains that frame your window, pulling back the blinds to peek through the cracks at who this new neighbor is.

you couldn't get much of a glimpse, though you saw the tall, looming stature dressed in a dark void for clothes, and a mask over his head that made your tummy writhe with unease.

nonetheless, you turned to your kitchen and decided you'd make a housewarming gift. it was the nice thing to do after all!

so with a warmed plate of fresh cookies in your palms, you tediously stepped down the stones from your little abode to the sidewalk between yours and his new house. your shoes padded along the concrete before approaching his door.

a tender fist knocked knuckles against the firm door, an innocent glint in your eyes as you patiently waited for the man to open the door.

simon wasn't expecting anyone, hell, he hadn't even told anyone he had moved. his ears perked at the shallow knock, his socked feet padding against the wooden floors before peeking in the little peephole.

last thing he was expecting was a sweet little thing such as yourself to be waiting for a brute like him to answer the door, but he didn't want to keep you waiting much longer now.

with a creak, the door opened and revealed his daunting figure that towered over you. you felt his shadow cover you as you look up to him, mumbling a few measly words welcoming him to the neighborhood.

his face, more like his eyes, were stoic, but you noticed a slight crinkle in his skin, the mask shifting ever so slightly as a gruff voice responded to your words, "thanks, luv', why don'ya c'mon in?" he offered.

because the least he could do is invite you in for a cuppa, sit down and chat while you shared the plate of cookies over the island in the kitchen, right?

it felt sinful, leading a little doll like doe into his house, the door slowly creaking shut with a slight push. nonetheless, a large hand splayed across your lower back to guide you to the empty kitchen, boxes scattered along the floors.

your hands gripped the edge of the island tightly, your knuckles turning white as you bite back soft mewls. simon was kneeled, a hand pressing down on your back to keep your stomach against the counter, face buried in your sopping cunt. its compensation, lovie!

he groaned, slick drooling down his chin, nose buried in your pussy. the warm of his breath caused goosebumps to rise along your skin, his other hand full of fatty flesh from your plush rear, pulling the muscle aside to allow himself access to your sweet, drooling pussy.

you were so sweet, just like heaven, how could he refuse! besides, you were dripping for him anyways.

his lips latched to your folds, slurping up your slick with lewd squelches, teeth grazing your clit with soft nips as his tongue pushed past your walls.

your spongy walls contorted around the pink muscle as he coated your pussy in saliva, mumbling almost incoherently, "fuck, s'sweet, luvie. tastier than the damn sweets."

your knees trembled, buckling because of the pleasure as your walls pulsed around his tongue. a convulsing pattern as the heat in your tummy built with rising anticipation of ecstasy. your hips squirmed under him, but his strong hands manhandled you to how he wanted.

come on, lovie, you'll learn he needs quite a few sweets after having been deprived of them so long.

he'll take care of you, wipe you clean with a damp washcloth and throw a warm, definitely too big shirt fresh from the dryer over your body and convince you to stay the night.

give him your key to get your stuff, lovie! but don't question how he managed to get a copy so quick.