#but really just random thoughts

[currently-not-studying]

What stuck with me from reading Villain initialization is how well it shows this bitter feeling of seeing your parents change.

As a middle child I've been both at the end of "our father is way too latiennt with you, he used to be so much strict" And also seeing said father change and grow and treat my younger sibling better than he treated me. And I've seen it in others. This regret and anger and "why not me? Why you want to become a father now and not 10 years ago?"

And I can see it when older Ye Mu is in our timeline. How he tries to push his younger version to abide by their father standards. And how bittersweet it is to see someone younger finally getting that validation you've been denied your whole life. "Why not me?" And being tasked with carrying a loving message from their father to a younger version of himself? He finally heard what he wished to hear. But also he didn't because it wasn't for him.

And there's more, there's this "my father needed to hear from someone outside of our family that he was harming me to finally notice. Even after I begged and pleaded it wasn't enough for him to care.." which the older Ye Mu doesn't know. No, this one is a thing that the younger version of him will carry. Just like older siblings can just brush away the pain of those who get the 'better version' of their parents.

Or how when their father is absent the older Ye Mu tries to install the same rules he had been tough. Without any thought about their sense if reason he followed them. This sunk cost fallacy that haunts the whole story is also right here "I've suffered so much because of those rules so they have to make sense. And you also have to suffer for them to make sense."

The older Ye Mu blames his younger self for wanting Ling Chen to stay, for not being a "real hero". But it feels so much like a child screaming "why not me?" Not seeing how much the other has sacrificed to get where they are. Just like my siblings don't or how I won't know how much my younger sister does

And all we can do is let them enjoy this slightly less shitty version of our parents. Because it's not their fault and they have suffered their own wounds. Maybe after seeing their mothers message Ye Mu will try to see his younger self as a brother that can use help and guidance. Instead of just someone who got love instead of him

[egophiliac]

doylist explanation for why Gidel is only in Fellow's non-idle lesson animations: probably something about space constraints and making sure two sprites in one seat aren't covering anyone else when they're not in focus

watsonian explanation for why Gidel is only in Fellow's non-idle lesson animations: he snuck in and is hiding from the teachers, don't give him away 🤫

(I've reached my limit of unsuccessful attempts at pulling them before I need to save keys for Halloween, so I've been living vicariously through youtube videos...but the fact that Gidel just pops up from under the desk to wave his arms around happily is really testing my resolve. D: I'm gonna die when they finally get to do alchemy...)

[stump-not-found]

A Lifetime Served in a Little Cup

pt.1 / pt.2 / pt.3 / pt.4

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bill, babygirl, the red flags get outta there

[magicicephoenix]

for legal reasons this is a joke

[yanderespamton78]

Edit since a lot of people seem confused - your "real" name is the name that you want to be referred to in real life. It doesn't have to be your legal name. So if you're trans and you have a different name to whats on your birth certificate, even if not many people call you by the name, it still counts as your real name.

Edit 2 : Holy shit guys please stop reblogging this post my poor inbox im getting like 20 notifs an hour asjfhkajshdkh /lh /srs

[ncutii-gatwa]

id like to thank dan and phil for not changing the way they edit videos and using the same sound effects even after so many years

[jagalart]

sockeye salmon

And the final guy in the new gouache fish gang is here! I mean I painted him months ago, but then, as always, I forgot to post him :'D The in(famous) horny fish!

[the-fatal-impact]

Paul: *kills Baron Harkonnen with no mercy*

Feyd-Rautha: Oh wow, that was hot!

Feyd-Rautha to Paul few seconds later trying to flirt: So, you know… I’m sort of family killer myself!

[starry-bi-sky]

wolfpack. aka: if not friend, then why friend-shaped?

"Hey-- uh, Danny?" There's an almost imperceptible tremor in Tucker's voice.

Danny doesn't look up from what he's doing, his pencil scritching across his notebook as he tries to do another quadratic formula question. "Hm."

"What's -- uh -- what's with the dogs?"

He looks up now, and finally sees where Tucker is -- standing in the doorway of his room with an ashy look on his face and a skewed, nervous smile. He's got a white knuckle grip on the doorknob. Sam is wide-eyed behind him, and using him as a partial meat-shield.

Danny looks down to the two giant ghost wolves sprawled next to him lazily. One large green one with his head in Danny's lap, letting him use him as a prop-up for his notebook. Another equally large black one splayed against his hip, sleeping on her side with her head tilted inward to his calf.

Automatically, a grin tilts across Danny's face, and he lifts his notebook up to scratch behind the green one's ears. He opens a lazy eye, one that is bloody red with a ring of yellow around the pupil, before slipping it shut and leaning his head into Danny's touch. "This is Sirius and Procyon," he says, and reaches down to scratch Sirius' belly. "And they're not dogs, they're wolves."

"Great," Tucker says, his voice suddenly much smaller and faint, "Love that distinction."

Sirius makes a great big groan, and Danny's grin widens, his heart swelling with fondness. His hand slips away from her belly, and before he can put his notebook back down, Procyon pushes his head up his lap until his ear is against his stomach, demanding pets now too.

Sam peeks her head up from over Tucker's shoulder, "I think what Tucker's asking here is what are they doing here, Danny."

He shrugs, scratching under Procyon's chin. "They kinda just showed up. I tried sending them back to the Zone, but they keep returning." And they were weirdly intent on just following him around, which is the only reason he gave up on returning them. They weren't causing trouble, and they knew how to hide around the living. Plus, he just loves dogs. "So now I have two wolves living with me."

This, oddly enough, did not do anything to calm Sam and Tucker down. Tucker's mouth purses into a thin line, and he presses the sides of his palms to his lips in prayer. "How have your parents not found out about this?"

Danny wordlessly raises his hand, and his sleeve slides down to reveal a thin chain bracelet hooked around his wrist. He whistles sharply, and both Procyon and Sirius jerk their heads up to look at him, ears pricked up and eyes alert.

Silently, he points to his wrist and rattles it twice, and in unison both wolves stand up and pounce. Instantly, they turn into a respective, opaque black and green mist that swirls around the bracelet and forms into two, flat wolf charms.

Both wolves are posing in the stereotypical wolf howl, with little stars indented on the sides. Procyon's charm has the Canis Minor constellation engraved on it, while Sirius has the Canis Major.

Danny faces Sam and Tucker, and points at his wrist. "Like this."

[mari-thesapphic-lady]

Eternity: RIO IS PREGNANT.

Rio: I'M NOT PREGNANT.

Infinity: Why the hell do you think Rio is pregnant?

Eternity: She's feeling basic human needs. I caught her eating this noon!

Infinity: WERE YOU EATING?

Rio: I can't sleep or eat anymore?!

Eternity: Yes, you can, but not because it's a necessity.

Infinity: Rio, my dear, you're Death, you don't need these things. Like, why would you sleep if you don't feel tired?

Rio: ...

Eternity: You don't feel tired... do you?

Rio: so-

Infinity: That's it, I'm going to kill that witch.

[halfghostwriter]

“… so basically just about everyone in my life has tried to kill me at least once, it’s kinda become my go-to way of making friends, just striking up a conversation with anyone who shoots me. It’s worked with just about all of the rogues in my hometown, including my clone-turned-sister who I had brunch with just last week. Even my parents used to shoot at me, but that was only for like a year or so and in their defense they didn’t actually know it was me, haha. It’s kinda funny, the only person who ever managed to actually kill me was a friend of mine who didn’t technically kill me the first time, and then only did it a second time to fix some rewritten timeline stuff, and I still dated her for a while after that. Oh, speaking of dating, my first girlfriend tried to kill me WHILE we were dating, but again, in her defense, she didn’t know it was me haha. But yeah, that’s kinda why I kept talking to that guy while he was pummeling me, just a bit of a pattern I’ve wound up developing. Anyway, what was the question again?”

“… How did you get in my safe house, and do you need medical attention.”

“Oh! I crashed through the window, and probably. Also, I’m gonna pass out.”

And then Danny passed out.

[oblivionsdream]

I’m going on a quest to find the secret to immortality.

Not for me. It’s for my ferret.

Want anything while I’m gone?

[wasyago]

so, would you?

nothing important under the cut, you don't need to look haha

[fiona-fififi]

Just over here thinking about just how much trust is implied in the way Eddie let loose at the bachelor party. And I know this isn't news, that Eddie trusts Buck implicitly, but there's just something so beautiful in the idea that Eddie Diaz—master of control and compartmentalization and putting everyone else first—was not only willing, but eager to let loose with Buck. Even after the safety of the rest of their group was gone, even after Buck had invited dozens of strangers into their space, Eddie didn't hesitate for a moment to let go with Buck because of course Buck is safe and of course he can trust Buck to let go right beside him without judgment.

And there's just something really beautiful in that.

[palpablestupor]

I don't think Unification "made K/S canon" so much as it re-iterated exactly what Jim and Spock have had this whole time: two parts that will never be truly separate, two halves of the whole, gentle love for each other even at the end. T'hy'la.

We saw that in the 'This Simple Feeling' scene, we saw that in Wrath of Khan, we saw that in nigh-on every interaction between them in the original series! Even people who don't think they're in love (somehow) know that they love each other, and that's why Unification works - having them kiss human-style or confess love or some other overt canonisation of the Premise risks at best feeling cheap and at worst risks inciting cries of pandering to fans or ruining the integrity of Kirk and Spock's relationship. As fun as it would be, it wouldn't feel true to the characters.

Unification didn't make K/S canon. It established that it was canon the whole time.

[dreamdragonkadia]

p. jackson x hades! reader

Fighting with your half-brother sucked. Fighting with Nico when emotions were running high on both sides? Even worse. And when he pulled that card—“you’re not even my real sister”—it felt like he’d yanked the ground out from under you.

Of course, you knew you couldn’t replace Bianca. You never wanted to. But hearing those words, seeing that fire in his eyes as he said them—it was like he’d reached inside your chest and ripped out something vital. It left you raw and hollow, questioning everything. What was the point of trying, if that’s how Nico really saw you? A failed replacement. A stand-in who didn’t quite fit.

That’s how you ended up here—Cabin Three, face buried in one of Percy’s pillows. You practically slammed the door behind you, barely managing a mumbled “Can I borrow your bed?” before collapsing onto it. Percy hadn’t even blinked, just gave a quiet “Sure” and let you go. Now, here you are, screaming into his pillow like it’s the only thing holding you together, your muffled frustration probably sounding like a strangled walrus.

Percy doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t ask if you’re okay. He just sits down next to you, the bed creaking softly under his weight, and after a moment, his fingers find your hair. Slow, careful, like he’s testing the waters—like he’s afraid he might spook you if he’s not gentle enough. He runs his fingers through the strands, tracing light patterns against your scalp, and somehow, that simple gesture starts to ease the tightness in your chest.

You don’t know how long you lie there, face still buried in his pillow, breathing shaky. Percy doesn’t rush you. Doesn’t fill the silence with empty words or awkward attempts at cheering you up. He just...stays. His hand moves rhythmically, soothing you without trying to fix anything, and it feels like he’s silently saying, I’m here. You don’t have to carry this alone.

Finally, when you’re too drained to keep crying, you whisper into the pillow, “I’m not trying to replace her, you know.” Your voice cracks around the edges, fragile and barely audible, but you don’t think Percy missed it.

His hand pauses for half a second before he resumes, and he hums softly—a sound that says, Keep talking. I’m listening.

“I just...want him to see me,” you continue. “Not as her shadow. Not as a reminder. Just—me.”

There’s a beat of quiet before Percy answers, “Nico’s a stubborn guy,” he says. “He’s been through a lot. That doesn’t excuse what he said, but...he doesn’t mean it. He’s just lashing out. You know that, right?”

You don’t respond because you’re not sure you do know that. Not yet. Percy doesn’t push, doesn’t demand an answer. He just lets the silence settle, broken only by the faint sound of water lapping outside the cabin walls.

“He’ll get there,” Percy says eventually. “He’s not gonna see you like this forever. He can’t. You’re too...you.”

You snort despite yourself. “Too what? Loud? Annoying?”

“Amazing,” he says without hesitation, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. You peek up at him, your face still half-smushed into the pillow, and Percy’s wearing that lopsided smile of his. Like he means every word.

Something inside you loosens, just a little, and you finally let out a shaky breath. Percy might not have all the answers, but he knows exactly how to keep you sane, how to make you feel seen when everything else feels too heavy.

“Thanks, Perce,” you mumble, the corners of your mouth twitching up just slightly.

He grins and leans back on his palms. “Anytime.”