#but also very offhand

[lunapwrites]

seven sentence saturday sunday

(many thanks to bestie @femme--de--lettres for the tag <3)

Sirius insisted there was a crack on the bathroom ceiling that, if he turned his head just so, looked like the scar on James’ knee. Remus tilted his head to the left and squinted, and then to the right. Nothing. “What is he on about?” he muttered, and took another drag. It could be that his memory was hazy — everything was a little hazy, what with the smoke — but he recalled that James’ knee-scar had looked more like the Andes, if you crossed your eyes a bit. Not like the mountains themselves, obviously (that would be ridiculous) but like one of those little topography maps, where ranges looked like crooked, bumpy lines. He couldn't remember how James had gotten it.

Just Remus over here in his having-a-perfectly-normal-moment-on-the-bathroom-floor era lol.

[princeofcyberpunk]

hi motorcity fandom is this anything

i was not expecting the cartoon about teens with cars to genuinely change how i view the world

[the-real-list-of-ominous-threats]

I’ll make you get canceled and called part of a harassment campaign for not being friends with a guy who kind of sucks

[sageofthestarz]

Some sad kinda fucked Ifrit thoughts because I woke up and they came

Cw; Substance Abuse, Sex as a coping mechanism, and just kinda general sads.

Nothing graphic said but still putting those ^

Ifrit

Big, Strong, oh so stupid Ifrit.

That's what was thought of him. A muscle head who fucked hard, partied hard, and got fucked up without a care.

An easy fuck and go without connections, without having to stick around after sorta thing

That isn't who he was though.

This was all learned behavior because it's what got him the attention he craved, any sense of being useful, cared about even if it was only because his body was useful

He loved and hated every single second of every single hookup, high, and any other thing that got him out of his head

If he wasn't happy he wasn't useful, if he didn't stay the persona they all knew he wouldn't be liked, if she showed just how broken inside he truly was he'd lose everything and everyone he had, no matter how superficial he needed the attention

It didn't matter if it was a vicious cycle of regrets, and horrible sleepless night, bad highs and.. thoughts he shouldn't have. Couldn't have

It was all he had now

His pack was broken.

His pack hated him after he left.

He never bothered to try and reconnect, why would he.

Aether, Mountain, and Dew stayed with the band, Zephyr never spoke to him, Mist was long gone to be with the lake.

He couldn't bother any of them with this.

With him.

He left the pack, he left the band, that was his choice. He left the only people who cared about him and for what? To go and be whatever he was now?

Yes.

Even when he knew he could possibly rekindle something he didn't. Shoved those feelings down and shoved more substance down his throat.

He didn't deserve it.

Didn't deserve to have that happiness.

That comfort.

Ifrit used to be the most caring, lovable golden retriever there was.

Always following someone's trail, loving on them, and doing every favor he could

His pack loved him

He loved his pack

Now a days he's nothing more then an old dog owned by a family long since grown.

One that's waiting for the first excuse to be put down despite all the love it has left to give.

He thinks it's what he deserves.

A life of misery, and pain without comfort.

He watches his old pack in longing, the only happiness coming from seeing how happy and healthy they are

He'd do anything for them even now

He's so happy to see them thrive and love each other

Even if it also breaks his heart.

[laundryandtaxes]

I think that comparisons between access to prescribed stimulants and medications like insulin are categorically inappropriate, and I will personally hand to anyone a card to mock people making that comparison. However, today I called Walgreens to ask whether they'd gotten Adderall in (because I called last Wednesday and they were out of stock, and I know from having experienced this multiple times over multiple months that they get new shipments on Wednesdays) and the woman on the phone told me they were out of the generic (which my prescriber only began prescribing because the name brand was out of stock) and that the name brand would be $326 unconvered, but that my insurance would cover a 5 mg dose, which, due to the laws around schedule 1 substances, means I would have to call my prescriber to have them resend the Rx to the phamracy, but this time for 3x daily 5 mg capsules. And I just said thank you and hung up but inside I was like ma'am, I know it isn't your fault but this is actually exactly what one would cook up if the intention was to torture a person via the process of accessing their stimulant prescription.

[essektheylyss]

I have seen the newest fhjy Aelwyn Abernant gifset multiple times in the last week and I had planned to watch it eventually but like...... is that really what's gonna get me into this series. Is that really what it takes. What the fuck level of targeted advertising is THIS.

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Dear Wendy

YA contemporary

two first year students who become friends, bonding over their shared aroace identity and starting a club for aspec students

while unknowingly engaging in a petty war with their anonymous relationship advice instagrams

friendship, navigating potential futures and entering adult life, and exploring QPOC experiences

[jichanxo]

hiding the evidence (badly)

[blorbologist]

Truth is...

T / Spoilers for FMA:B + Cr1 up to episode 72 / 2.7k / Canon-typical violence, Ripley being a bitch

Colonel Vex'ahlia Vessar, the Sewing Life Alchemist, is intended to fill the role of fifth sacrifice. Her cooperation is required, and will be ensured by any means necessary. Fullmetal Alchemist AU.

Featuring incredible art by @aq2003!!! Look at how snazzy they look in this AU! Before I fuck them up.

For @percahliaweek Day 6: Yours / Later

--

Like eyelids snapping shut, the portal closes with a schick. It’s just the Colonel, her King and Knight left on the board. Given the smile on display, and the swords and arms caging them in, this feels like checkmate. Trinket growls, shrinking back from the blades.

 

“Oh, don’t worry,” says the doctor, calmly scratching out an array on the floor. She had not even glanced up as the pupil swallowed the young alchemist whole. The grasping hands, the light, the peeling - “They all scream when pulled through the gate - that’s normal. As a sacrifice, I’m sure he will be treated delicately where he’s going.”

 

Percival is too well-bred to bare his teeth - but his jaw twitches at scream. Scream, he’d never admitted to Vex’ahlia. Screamed, she knows he’d screamed, based on the sutures and branding and scalpel-clean lines she’d seen.

 

To the Colonel she is only the one-handed woman, chalk in place of one mechanical finger. Perhaps her Lieutenant had told her the name, once, twice - but the blood roaring in her veins drowns it out.

 

Of course he offers it, then, in lockstep with her thoughts: “Anna,” says Percival, carefully detached. He throws his voice clear of the sword at his throat. “Your issue is with me, not the Colonel. I’ve deciphered my family’s notes -” Vex'ahlia’s heart stops for a terrible second, redoubles its effort at the gleam of interest in cold eyes “- and will tell you everything I know.” 

 

Anna - Ripley, that’s what it was - finishes off the alchemical array with a pale, surgical line (exactly like Percival’s scars). 

 

There’s a moment where she rolls the thought around in her head. Not chewing it as Percival might - prodding it with a scalpel, making it jump. The next, Vex’ahlia sees her dismiss it, file it away for later.

 

“Adorable, Lieutenant de Rolo. Perhaps later, if the Colonel cooperates.” 

[Keep reading on AO3!]

[an--artistic--autistic]

i love seeing all the ways I've influenced people over the time I've known them

[longagoitwastuesday]

ngl it sort of pisses me off the way adults regard Gojo in Jujutsu Kaisen at times. Which could be a very interesting and poignant point in a good way if well written, but as it is it becomes mainly just frustrating and sad in a negative way.

Nanami saying Gojo never cared about anything or anyone other than himself crashes interestingly with Kusakabe saying the whole situation was just all his fault because he refused to kill Itadori. The students are very aware of those aspects of Gojo's personality, but overall they seem to regard him with way more kindness and fondness even when at their rudest, not truly coinciding with either Nanami's or Kusakabe's views.

[skeletalheartattack]

i love your art style so much, it's rad as hell. how long have you been drawing? :o

you mean the goofy little sketches i do from time to time? if so, that's really kind of you to say!!! that said, i wouldn't necessarily say they're the peak of my drawing abilities though, since i just draw with a mouse.

i use to draw a lot when i was growing up, though after getting Gmod for the first time, and subsequently SFM, i moved over into those programs to make my art, and kinda stopped drawing from that point.

i don't normally draw a whole lot these days, but when it comes to how i draw the stuff above, really i just find the messiness of using a mouse to draw really goofy, that and it's kinda nice to draw stuff without it needing to be perfect. it's just silly lines.

but regardless, thank you for the kind words, im glad you like my silly stuff

[lichtecht]

PART 26

of the dfk audiobook translation

@cnka

Martina: „I need to tell you something. I’m not a doctor’s daughter. I don’t have a phone because I don’t have money. And my clothes are second-hand. Not vintage.“ Jo: „Why didn’t you say anything? I told you about my mother too.“ Matze: „You know, Martina, I think that you don’t have to act like you’re rich. You’re still you!“ Martina: „I know. But I just wanted to be someone else.“ Matze: „Uli shouldn’t climb up there either.“ Martina: „And you don’t have to do boxing if you don’t want to.“ Matze: „And you, Jo, don’t have to be so cool all the time.“ Jo: (laughs) „I am cool! And you, Matze, are way more clever than you always think.“ Matze: „Really?“ Jo: „Yeah!“ Martina: (giggles happily) Matze, genuinely: „Thanks!“

Narrator (audiobook): But their good mood abruptly vanishes when they meet Ruda and her gang down in town.

Martina: „Oh no.“ Jo: „Not good!“ Matze: „Externs.“ Jo: „Technically it’s our territory…“ Martina: „We’re outnumbered.“ Matze: „We can’t just run away!“ Martina: „I don’t know!“ Jo: „Whatever. We stick together here.“ Matze: „For Uli.“ Martina: „For Uli.“ Jo: „Yeah. For Uli.“

Narrator (audiobook): The three gather all their courage and approach the Externs - they’re prepared for the worst. As always, Ruda takes the word.

Ruda: „Uh. So. Well- We didn’t want it to come to this. We’re sorry.“ Sebi: „It just went way too far, that Internals-Externs thing.“ Martina: „Yeah. We all really overdid it.“

Narrator (Nichtraucher): And now? On this day, they didn’t have an answer. So Martina focused on studying for the admission test with the help of Justus Bökh.

SCENE CHANGE

[Note: the red text on that picture says "Matze - losing is not an option - Papa"]

Matze: „Hello, Papa? I won’t go to the boxing camp this year.“

Narrator (Nichtraucher): Matze prepared his holidays.

Matze: „I’ll stay here with Uli!“

SCENE CHANGE

Uli: „Mama!“

Narrator (Nichtraucher): Uli was brought new laundry and the school books for next year.

SCENE CHANGE

Narrator (Nichtraucher): The handsome Theodor felt the pressure to be solely responsible for the entertainment at the closing celebration.

SCENE CHANGE

Jo: „For you.“

Narrator (audiobook): Martina can’t believe that Jo is gifting her the phone.

Martina: „What?“ Jo: „I'm getting a new one anyway.��

Martina: „Jo, that- I can’t accept that!“ Jo: „How else am I gonna call you in the holidays?“

They hug.

SCENE CHANGE

Martina studies in the light of her flashlight while Jo sleeps.

Narrator (Nichtraucher): And apart from this nice gesture from Jo, not least because of the amount of school material, everything seemed to be heading towards a closing celebration without a play for Martina. To which Martina, Jo, Matze and Uli had still invited me though.

SCENE CHANGE

The doors to the assembly hall open. Kids run in first, followed by their parents and the older kids.

Narrator (audiobook): It’s finally time. The day of the closing celebration has come. Parents, siblings, teachers and the students rush into the assembly hall in crowds.

[melonisopod]

Kinda lukewarm take but most Scathach fans don't even care about Scathach as a character they will just jack off to any purple-haired red-eyed woman in a sexy outfit. And I know this because how else would Skadi get that popular?

[furnace-arden]

I'm reading a book about asexuality rn and the author talked about how it's a very "white" orientation, both in the people who've found their way to it and the online jokes and such.

Well, I know a Black ace, so I asked her if her experiences had been the same (they were. Almost every point she brought up was something the book had talked about which I think is a good sign). It was a really interesting conversation and I'm glad she felt comfortable to have with me

But...

She said that because White Culture is the big overarching thing, she thinks some white people will be Something Else just to avoid it. I'm not even sure I disagree about that.

The problem is that she said "don't be offended" first which makes me feel like I'm one of the white people she's talking about. Chances are, I'm just stressed and also not confident, but I'm still thinking about it.

[watching-constellations]

I think people need to accept that there's more than one way to be human. That may sound really obvious, but I'm not talking about identities, or opinions, or looks. What I'm saying is that not everybody wants to do a silly little dance. At all. Ever. It doesn't have anything to do with embarrassment or shyness or ability. Some people just don't want to.

I've been going to this dog training school with my new puppy recently, and one of the things they're having us do is train our dogs to stay put in a sit while we do a silly little dance next to them. I know this exercise is meant to be approachable to standard beginner trainers, but I can't even begin to describe how anxious I was when the trainer told us to do this. I remembered years of getting in trouble at summer camps for not participating in icebreakers and name games, being called a spoilsport in school, being called cold and distant as a teenager, and even been made fun of in a mean-spirited way and getting trouble in college for opting out of "group bonding activities". I refused to do the silly little dance. Instead, I've distracted my dog by shaking and dropping objects, stepping over her, sitting down, doing pushups, whatever. To my surprise, the trainer complimented me on my choice, and I could finally breathe.

It's not that I can't dance— I've trained as a dancer for years. It's not that I don't like being silly, or that I don't want to look stupid. I make myself look stupid on purpose on a regular basis because it's fun, and I love a good joke. It's just that there has to be consent for this to be fun. I don't need to loosen up and enjoy myself. I won't enjoy myself, because I don't want to do the silly little dance. I never want to do the silly little dance (not alone, not in a group). I don't want to be loud and yell, I don't want to do a call and response game, I don't want to mirror your body movements, I don't want to play zip zap zop, and I don't want to introduce myself with an animal that shares the same letter as my first name. It's not that I'm shy or quiet or even introverted— I just don't want to do it. I don't connect that way. It's not fun for me, it's miserable.

There is nothing wrong with any of this. I do not deserve to face any kind of repercussions for not wanting to do the dance. I'm not less fun because of it. I want to play tug of war with you— hand me the end of the rope. Sit down and let's tell a story. Let's make dumb jokes about street names and let the energy bounce off of each other and crackle. If our group plays mafia, no one will ever know I'm the killer. Come walk with me through the woods, and let's look for bugs under rocks and logs. We can eat lunch on the ground and poke at the moss.

I've spent so long thinking something was wrong or broken with me because I didn't want to do the silly little dance. I like dignity. I like elegance. It's not that I'm pretentious, it's that I like being ridiculous on and within my terms only.

Honestly, I was worried that, when I decided to get a dog, I wouldn't be the right kind of person to train one. I mean, have you seen how people act around dogs? I was worried that my lack of external bouncy enthusiasm, and profound disdain of doing squeaky voices, would make my training and my relationship with my dog fail. I thought I wasn't the right person for a dog, because I'm not even really the right person for a person. Turns out, I don't need any of that. Every now and then, because she's a puppy, people come up to Evie in their standard "dog-mode". Whenever they start doing... whatever it is people think they're doing with dogs... Evie pauses and looks up at me. I swear she's asking me what the hell is wrong with them. And, well, all I can do is sigh and shrug. She waits patiently for them to stop with their bouncing and squealing, and then cheerfully greets them when they're done. It doesn't seem like my dog wants to do the silly little dance either.