#but my brain says no

[delaneytveit]

i have to come clean about this but the entire time i was reading acotar i couldn’t not imagine lee pace as thranduil from the hobbit trilogy as tamlin.

i was so confused as to why people did find tamlin attractive as if i wasn’t imagining him as

the sexy dilf elf

i mean look at him!!! this poor tormented male.

[reddslym]

My autistic picky-eater ass envies Laios Touden's palate SO MUCH.

[crypt1dzday0ff]

born to be a boogara, forced to be a shaniac

[disastersappho]

sometimes being focused on media is so hard, but i need to be distracted from my thoughts, but my thoughts distract me from the media, and then i think of another thing i could be watching/reading/listening to, rinse and repeat and suddenly three hours have passed and i have not managed to sit through more than 5 minutes of something, let alone retain any of it

[egnidres]

Aim belongs to @zu-is-here

Crazy Lace and Memory belongs to @clownyclowns

Axel and Eve belongs to @ari-cuno

Fricker belongs to @bluepallilworld

Esther belongs to @orange-dreamzer

Anko belong to Anko belongs to @groovygladiatorsheep

Nuisance belongs to me

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Nuisance smiled quietly as he watched Crazy Lace and Flicker bicker silently over their precious new gadget: Nuisance's camera. He enjoyed watching them both trying to take pictures at the same time of their current subjects: Axel, who was holding Eve asleep. He watched as the camera moved from one hand to the other in a perpetual motion. Some - if not all - of the photos were going to be blurry. But he had to admit that he enjoyed watching them trying to take pictures.

Anko and Esther waited quietly for their turn on the sofa, playing with Caramel, the little brown squirrel. He went from one child to the next, asking for a little caress - and checking at the same time that they didn't have any food for him - before coming back down and doing the same thing again.

Cloud, the little albino squirrel, remained hidden in the top pocket of Nuisance's jacket, probably resting.

"They're just like their uncle," Aim laughed. "Unable to stop taking photos of their family."

"As if that would bother you."

Nuisance, Aim and Memory were at the table, sipping their orange juice. Aim had opted for a large glass of chocolate, and the biscuits that accompanied it had long since been eaten by the children - but also the greedy adult -. Nuisance and Memory were sitting next to each other, the last dampfnudeln in front of Memory with the vanilla sauce, having survived the voracious appetites of the others.

The doorbell rang in the room and Aim nonchalantly went to open it. He returned with Error and Ink, much to his cousin's dismay. The latter looked coldly at the couple who had just entered the room, his body already unconsciously tensing up. He could feel a slight electric current - as if he had supplies all over his body - running through him, and even without seeing himself in a mirror he was sure that blue and green bugs had appeared.

Unfortunately, this also meant that the other adults in the room knew that he was furious, or at worst - and he hoped they didn't know - that he was terrified.

His gaze remained trapped in Error's equally angry one - at least the feeling was mutual - even when he heard Ink's calmer voice trying to ease the latent tension in the room. He seemed to have less of a French accent than his alternative version.

"We didn't say we were coming. I'm sorry if that surprised you, Nuisance."

"We don't have to be sorry if we want to see our grandchildren and our son," countered Error coldly, trying to get closer to Anko.

The other dark skeleton wouldn't let him, placing himself between the two as his glitching intensified. His soul was screaming at him to get away from the destroyer, the painful sensation of his threads on the fragile little organ tugging at him. But it was only a phantom pain, a pain that was only a memory, and one that he shouldn't dwell on. When the troublemaker leaves, it too will disappear.

"Back off," Error threatened.

"No."

He could feel his hands trembling as Error moved closer, only a few centimetres away. Nevertheless, he recoiled - as hard as he tried to repress it - as if his body were following the orders of his soul before bending to those of his mind. But this gesture had been seen and deciphered by the destroyer, who lifted his chin a little more, an overly proud smile pasted on his face.

If it hadn't been for the children in the room, he would have jumped at her throat, and even if he was a little smaller than his opponent, he would at least have managed to make her swallow his smile before the others separated them.

However, he couldn't do that now, not while the children were in the room and their surprised and confused eyes were turned towards them. He was even sure that if he decided to take a look, he'd be able to see that Crazy Lace and Flicker had stopped bickering so he could work out what was going on.

A hand reached for his and even before he could see who it was, he knew it was Memory. They were the only ones who could soothe his soul with a simple gesture. The look in their eyes was calm, but he had the impression that he could detect concern there too. So he gently interlaced his fingers with them as if to soothe her. He didn't like seeing worry in them, even though he knew that when his soul was perfectly reassured and calm, he would recognise that what looked like worry was probably not totally worry.

[eruanna1875]

True frustration is when you have a dream, and you hear the prettiest song you've ever heard, and then you wake up and every other song that sounds nothing like it starts playing in your head, and then you can't remember any of the dream song or how it actually sounded.

[hana-no-seiiki]

I should prolly tell you guys that I’m pretty sure I have PDA (Pathological Demand Avoidance) Autism

meaning if you guys demand for more parts or fics the higher chance i wont write for it. it’s not a conscious decision for me at all ;u; like i really wish i could deliver but it’s hard when my brain is wired to go “who are you to tell me what to do??” at the politest person to ask for more

if anything i’d prefer it if you just send your personal headcannons or what you guys thought. those are way better motivators than “WHENS THE NEXT PART” or “PLEASE UPDATE!”

either way pda autism or not, please be nice to your writers and consider yourself in their shoes before you send in an ask.

here’s an infographic i found online if you guys wanna know more about this type of autism

[putuponpercy]

G od that reminds me I've been meaning to expand on my jbs piece

[ostin-jpg]

im on a reading AND art slump.

am i even here. am i even real.

[grilledcheeseandguavajelly]

i am requesting regina mills x reader please 🧎🏻‍♀️

Ohhhh I would love to give this to you, I really would— but I’m such trash for swanqueen that my brain won’t let me write anything else right now 😭 plus, I couldn’t make a reader x regina dynamic that’s better than her and Emma if I tried, it’s impossible Buttt I promise that if inspiration strikes and I do ever write a reader x regina fic, you’ll be the first to know 😉😘

I do have a few swanqueen fics tucked away that I figured no one would be interested in 👀 would you like those instead??

[mcd-brainrot-hours]

in my rewrite, garroth is the soldier zane is the poet and vylad is the king

[problemduetest4life]

1k left y'all. I'm giving updates bc I have had the attention span of a goldfish this week and I AM SELF MOTIVATING!

[popcultr]

REVERSE STARTER CALL ⸻ please like this and i'll reply to some of your opens! thank ya!

[suzayaaa]

i’m alive btw

no post this week again :( i’ve been putting all of my energy into that taeyong college au, so far i have 5.5k words written and i’m not even halfway through the story 😭 also i’m sick so my brain is not that efficient lol

[aro-aceattorney]

hey I removed the comic I made yesterday bc I panicked over some negative comments lol

[tviirus]

me watching the btb mutuals on dash ;