#can y'all guess who it is lol

[mellosdrawings]

Halloween Countdown

ft. Twst OCs & Friends

(Left to right)

Vasuki Diamondback (snake fae), by @aria-faye and @ghostriot

Yuan (Twst Yen Sid), by me

Finley (Twst Todd), by @the-fab-fox

Haggins (Twst Fagin), by me

[kennyomegasweave]

In defense of Maya (without knowing the manga):

She definitely annoyed me because obviously I know Taichi isn't the person she was claiming he is and she clearly knows Kohei likes him as a friend, at least, so it's like ...girl, come on. But like.

She only went off on Taichi after she got the first set of notes he took? Which, let's be honest here, were dogshit. He really didn't take a service that Kohei needs seriously and he was initially doing it for Kohei's lunch. She didn't lie there. We also learned there's only 23 notetakers in the entire college. This is a service that is very much needed, yet doesn't have nearly enough volunteers for, and Taichi was treating it like a joke that didn't matter at first. That shit was hella disrespectful. He didn't mean it as such, and Kohei didn't take it as such either, but it was. So no shit Maya got that notebook and was like "...what the hell am I supposed to do with this? And this is who Kohei thinks is so nice and cool and everything?"

All Maya has are the initial terrible notes that Kohei gave her like they were helpful (they weren't) and knowing Kohei only kept Taichi as his note taker because he liked being around him. With the unspoken fact, that maybe non disabled people didn’t pick up on, that he also only kept Taichi as his note taker because there just aren't enough note takers, so he couldn't have gotten better anyway. Which almost certainly factored in as to why Maya blew up at Taichi. Disabled people shouldn't have to accept shit notes just because the alternative is no notes at all. We already have to work uphill cause of the disability, it's adding insult to injury to basically know everyone’s like "well, yeah it sucks, but you could have nothing." Or even a “yeah, I didn’t care at first, but I do now!” Because it’s like “it’s great that you finally realized this is a real service needed for a real disability that affects real people. Glad you finally figured that out. Congrataritos.” Like it is exhausting being disabled and having to sit there and smile when people have their lightbulb growing moment since we don’t have the option to dick around until we decide to lock it in. So I completely got why those shitty notes set Maya off. Because she didn't go off at him after the dinner, it was after she got those notes.

And on a related note, we all clapped for Taichi when he went off on homegirl in the cafe because she wasn't treating Kohei like a real person with real issues, but he also wasn’t taking Kohei and his problems seriously with those initial notes. Like yes, he started trying and actually doing better, but that only happened once he became friends with Kohei and realized he needed to do better. Who knows, maybe the cafe girl could have grown as a person, like Taichi did, if she had been able to get to know Kohei as a real person. But Taichi didn't let her get that chance, just like Maya wouldn't have let him get that chance if she could. The only difference in those two situations, to me, is Taichi is already Kohei's friend so Maya can't stop them from interacting like Taichi did with that girl.

Like I’m sorry y’all, Maya's not being any more of a bitch than Taichi was because she can only work with the information she has, which obviously isn't what we as viewers have. She’s pushy and overbearing and, yeah, annoying because she also obviously has a crush on Kohei and we know he's sprung on Taichi, but it’s really not like she just looked at Taichi and went “fuck this guy” for no reason.

[neztchi]

Drew Board Game Club from memory lol

[timelessbian]

cannot believe i have to just go about my life like a normal person after this i fear i need 3-5 business days to process my thoughts and recover!!

[coulsonlives]

Omg, Dante Basco ships Zutara! My life is complete.

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Month 7, day 21

Dargon :)

[kipperlillyforpresident]

i do think it's really funny how a majority of the fandom is developing/headcanoning like. a post-canon kipperlilly storyline where she gets brought out of hell and/or becomes a demon. which i think is really awesome btw this is not judgemental. but it's the idea of like. forcefully bringing her BACK into the narrative. refusing to let her die.

whereas my cope of choice/basically just my own damn OC universe at this point is to otome isekai her. i do not trust the world of spyre to treat her right anymore. i fundamentally cannot envision a world where kipperlilly still has to interact with Fan Favorite Characters Jawbone and Kristen and Riz and Fig and Adaine and it goes well for anybody involved LOL.

[fanaskher]

The new neighbors look like a fun group...

[comeon-intothemadhouse]

Hey anon I'm not gonna answer that publicly.

Just know that no one will remember the effort you put into hating Tommy once this fandom has moved on.

All the energy you're putting in right now to try to turn ppl away from BuckTommy is wasted.

Try to create something for your ship instead. Thats the only way fandom survives.

Also....

Also why did you contact ME? I've been a multishipper from the beginning and have already made multiple Buddie fanvids. (One BuckTommy one too). I also have a BuckBobbyEddie and BuddieTommy fic with a bunch of Buddie and BuddieTommy wips. I also regularly beta-read for BaddieMaddieBuckaroo's BuckMaddie fics.

This is the wrong tree to bark at.

Go make some art of your ships and don't waste my time.

[stop-stealing-my-username]

Eww just saw a terf/radfem in my notifs.

Just so we're clear, I don't tolerate y'all and will block on site! The second I catch even a whiff of terfy shit, let alone bold faced terfy shit, I am pretending you do not exist- there will be no debate because that lends credibility to your bullshit ideology. I am not arguing with a brick wall; I am not arguing with someone whose ideology is built on hate, misogyny, and the pain Olympics.

Hope this helps!

[theflyingfeeling]

fanfic rambling in the tags, nothing interesting really, just me talking to myself lol, okay to ignore or read as you please ✨

[sureuncertainty]

everyone hating on taylor swift constantly on this site makes me think about that post about how everyone had a twilight phase, either you were obsessed with twilight or you hated it but either way you had a phase where you devoted time and energy to twilight.

her being named time person of the year in 2023 is so accurate bc either you love her or you hate her but either way you devote a lot of energy to her. the way some of y'all on here feel the desperate need to prove how much you despise her shows how influential she really is lmao

[certifiedlurker]

Here is the thing. I said I was with Poi and I shall be with her till the end. I saw how Amber's case with Johnny played out ( she was a victim and the internet reduced her to a meme. Do not fucking come at me disputing this), so yeah I shall be with her till the end based on my personal moral codes. Idk what the truth is, and idk how fairly the court proceedings would play out.

But I can come forward and say, I do have questions regarding Poi. She came forward with the accusations of abuse but didn't file a case. Why? You aren't going to get justice on social media. You can't be given what's rightfully owed to you by us. And if you are ready to fight for justice, why didn't you file a case as well?

Then those who were apparently abused by Build are now saying that they lied. One that shocked me to the core was the accusation of rape and to find out that this was done for what? Just some clout?? ...i...i have no words. That's disgusting.

I have been here from the beginning to see if there is any justice. That's the fucking purpose of this decoy blog. I am here because I want to know how this society works. Do people really take advantage of something that harms so many people around the world. Where women are regularly pushed back when they try to voice out the actions of their abusers. And men are dismissed because they are questioned on their masculinity So did Poi really once again take advantage of this, thereby making it even more difficult for actual victims of abuse to come forward? Or is this once again a case of a male actor's popularity winning?

I have been steadfastly behind Poi and will continue to do so. But I can admit that I am having a lot of conversations within my own self and a lot of doubts. Because the conviction with which Poi accused Build of seems to be dwindling. And funny thing is those who were calling for Build's head are now like...they don't seem to give a fuck.

I remember a post when Build resigned with the meme caption: the evil is defeated.

If you are really cared about justice being served...won't you too be having a dilemma as to what is what? Won't you too be wondering if what you stood for was false? I know I do. Because I too did celebrate Build resigning, but hey I can admit that things might be completely different than what I originally thought it to be.

[wolf-skins]

nvm the americans in the notes going “i live in america you don’t want privatized healthcare” are normies and fine it’s the fucking americans going LISTEN HERE YOU FUCKS

americans stop pretending you’re the main characters in the story and eat my entire ass

[anjumstar]

behind the scenes preview

I just wanna share a scene that I wrote in November 2021. The fic is years away, if it ever comes, but I like this scene a lot, so its worth posting even if the fic never comes to be.

Straight ahead: bkdk, fluff, rated g, talk of babies, an unexpected ship.

***

Twenty-eight was too young to have a baby.

Maybe the rest of society didn’t agree with that, but Katsuki could feel its truth in the way his heart thrummed against the plexiglass, the way his palms were sweating straight through his cotton sweatpants pockets. It was slick and slippery around the ring he pressed into his skin with his thumb. But Round Face had done it. Round Face and fucking Shitty Hair, of all people. And now a baby with the chubbiest cheeks Katsuki had ever seen was sleeping in the little well-baby nursery in the hospital. Cheeks for weeks, that kid had.

The new parents were resting, had been for nearly an hour now. Uraraka by doctor’s request, Kirishima by accident, though Katsuki supposed they’d both earned it. One more than the other, of course.

All their other idiot friends—the ones who’d been able to get off work, at least—were there, milling about the hospital as they were whenever any member of their gang landed themselves in there. Most had planted themselves in the same hallway as Katsuki, cooing at both the new Kirishima baby as well as all the other freshly baked spawn, sleeping or gazing unfocused up at the world with their innocent, googly eyes. This occasion, however, did go against precedent, as it was the first time someone was in the hospital for a good reason.

A good reason. Katsuki’s eyes tracked again to the chunkiest cheeks in the room. Thin wisps of black hair did little to cover his soft little skull, and, from what Katsuki had seen earlier, his eyes were still murky, not yet decided between brown or red or another color altogether. Still sleeping, so calm while all the occupants on Katsuki’s side of the plexiglass would be back to patrolling the streets in five to thirteen hours.

Izuku’s hair had been nearly black one time as a kid. Auntie Inko had been a little overly enthusiastic with the scissors and left most of Izuku’s green curls on the kitchen floor. For the next couple weeks, he’d been all eyes, eyes that were too big for his face without that ridiculously untamable hair. Not so different from the babies, whose eyes were glimmering with artificial light, trying to blink some understanding into it.

Katsuki’s mother had cut Izuku’s hair in the years after. His hair had remained green, green, green.

There was a baby in the corner, many bassinets over from Uraraka’s and Kirishima’s with yellow-green hair. Not the dew-soaked grass green of Izuku’s, but the overgrown grass of a dry field. A rice farm gone long without flooding. Green with an overtone of blond.

The thumping in his chest grew, he felt it all the way down to his clenched fists. Twenty-eight was so young for a hero. Still in their prime. No one from their class had retired yet, none, nor in Class B. What a ridiculous step it was for a hero to take. Truly, truly crazy—Katsuki had always known that Kirishima had hair for brains.

A rude word came to Katsuki’s tongue. An unnecessary announcement that he was out of there, that he was going to go for a damn walk, or something. But no one’s attention was on him. Why would it be, at a time like this? So, quietly, he backed away from the glass, and through the unfamiliar wing of the hospital.

It was Katsuki’s first time in the maternity ward, but he’d been in other wings of the hospital enough to have a general compass in him, guiding his feet in the vague directions of out and away.

He made it to a lounge that had a hanging TV that was muted with chunky subtitles taking up half of the screen. Beyond it was a large set of windows with a view of the city. Calm, as far as Katsuki could see—which wasn’t far, what with all the buildings. But there was no sign of agitation, anything a hero should be taking care of. He cracked his knuckles and kept his hands at chest level as he continued to eye the pedestrians from his vantage a couple floors above

“It’s a lot, isn’t it?”

Katsuki didn’t bother looking away from the cityscape. He’d know that voice ears plugged and body thrown underwater—but a phantasmic reflection of him was barely visible in the glass anyway. He should have known that there was always someone whose attention was on him.

Izuku took Katsuki’s left hand and spread his fingers, giving the wedding band a little twist. “Hmm, from the way you were fiddling with it, I thought there was something wrong with it.”

It was a stupid fucking habit, was what it was. The ring was finally starting to lose some of its newlywed shine after five years of marriage. Almost five. And half of that tarnish was from Katsuki twisting and tugging it like a cliché housewife, waiting for her husband to return from war. But his husband was right here, for once very much not at war or in battle of any kind.

He then stepped further into Katsuki’s line of sight, a big smile on his face behind the disposable mask. Different from his hero smile, mostly in the raise of his eyebrows, and not just because that was the part that Katsuki could see. There was mirth and teasing, an effort to draw a smile out of Katsuki. He didn’t, but he did twist his wrist so that Izuku’s hand was now in his, both falling by their sides.

“It’s fucking weird is what it is,” Katsuki said, his voice quiet enough that it wouldn’t reach any of the other people who’d been drawn to this place for whatever unfortunate reason. “Heroes don’t have kids.”

“Some do,” Izuku replied immediately, even after all these years, wholly unable to hold back precise hero knowledge. “Remember babysitting Rock Lock’s son?”

Did Katsuki ever. After Toogota’s class graduated, the newly minted 2-A had become the go-to class for brat corralling, what with Eri continuing to hang off of Aizawa’s remaining leg like a goddamn insect baby. The kid’s quirk had just manifested and was freezing anything he touched in place. Apparently it was a good opportunity for the heroes-in-training to work on basic quirk counseling, another tool needed in their metaphorical toolkit.

It hadn’t been fun. The critter was so needy and so bad at saying what he needed and using his goddamn words. Nothing Katsuki could imagine anyone in their right mind ever choosing. But here someone from their group finally had, two someones. 

“It was hyperbole, dumbass.”

Izuku’s hand wrapped tighter around Katsuki’s, their wrists twisting so there was contact all the way up their arms. “Talk to me, Kacchan. Are you worried for them?”

Finally, Katsuki looked at his husband. His eyes took up less of his face now, despite the fact that his cheeks had slimmed down over the years. But when Katsuki blinked, he could still see a boy of all ages beneath Izuku’s civvies. 

“They’ll be fine,” Katsuki said gruffly, turning back to the window again. 

For a moment, there was silence, Izuku waiting, giving Katsuki the chance to say more. Katsuki never used to feel any pressure to fill silences, pointed or otherwise, but he didn’t like keeping things from Izuku. Never had, not really. Of all their problems, that had never been a root one.

Finally, quietly: “Is it something you think about?”

Izuku’s eyes were still on Katsuki—they were bright and shiny in his periphery. “Babies?”

“Children.”

“Hmm,” Izuku hummed, looking out the window with Katsuki. Their shoulders, though, drew ever closer, knocking deltoid against meaty deltoid. “I’m not sure. Maybe not so much. Just kind of vaguely. I don’t know, it seemed unlikely. Do you, Kacchan?”

“No,” he said, curt, clipped. “Maybe. Maybe now. I don’t know.”

“Together?”

Izuku’s voice was nearly a whisper, a sound he’d taken years to learn. Not his usual loud pronouncements or accidental mutterings, but a purposeful bit of privacy. Like all of their other forms of intimacy, it had grown over time.

Katsuki’s lip twitched and he hissed out a puff of air. “Dumbass.”

“There are ways people like us can do that now,” he murmured. “If that’s something we would want?”

Yes, they could, but should they? Already, at twenty-eight, Izuku was the most sought-out hero in Japan, and Katsuki was just behind him—they came as a matching set most of the time anyway. Their schedules didn’t always fit in sleep as it was and Katsuki had experienced nine months already of Kirishima fretting over every little thing that could go wrong with a hero having a child. The danger that a kid could be in just for that. Or the kind of parent a hero could turn out to be. Katsuki didn’t have to look farther than Endeavor or Shimura Nana for a front row seat to that shit show.

The signs pointed very clearly toward the logical answer, the empirically correct answer.

But Katsuki and Izuku had home videos of the two of them as soft little toddlers at their house. Katsuki had flipped through Auntie Inko’s photo albums and had the image of Izuku as a baby no bigger than Kouda’s pet rabbits emblazoned in his mind. The image of the brief period of Izuku holding Uraraka’s baby was fresh and squishable in his mind, tactile with how real that moment had been.

No one had more love in their heart than Izuku, and he would make the best dad. Katsuki wanted to see that, wanted the magic want to wave to make that happen.

Not now, God, not now. Not when it had only just begun to occur to him.

“Kacchan?”

Katsuki was clenching Izuku’s hands. Izuku was clenching right back.

“Yes,” he said, quietly, like it was barely true. But growing every second. “It is.”

[chiarrara]

'can't do anything' disorder log, day 11,101:

can't focus on watching figure skating competition. keep pausing to scroll aimlessly on my phone, or compulsively respond to strangers comments on a youtube video

ate once hours ago. teeth have really been acting up the last few days, hurt all the time. I have headaches every day. maybe someday I will go to a dentist.

noticed growth in the potential set of tumors on my breast. don't know if they're actually tumors. last time I went to a doctor he made me cry because he wouldn't examine my broken knee because it happened almost two years ago but I didn't make my follow up appointment back then because I fell into a fugue state after my psych randomly retired so i lost access to medication for 'can't do anything' disorder which caused my entire life to blow up in a really messy public way, which caused me to lose my job and my insurance, and put me in serious legal trouble! which I'm still currently in.

he said the "insurance wouldn't pay for an mri" anymore since i broke it so long ago. i still don't exactly know what broke. he also wouldn't refill my adhd medication because I said I smoked weed occasionally. I stopped smoking for 6 weeks but my appointment got cancelled when i went back because 'cant do anything' disorder made me 10 minutes late. I didn't go to any of the referrals he made because the emotional trauma kept me from motivating myself over the barriers in the way of me ever leaving the house. also, I never got the referral for the growths on my skin. that are growing.

started spotting again because I'm 5 months overdue on getting my iud removed and replaced. the memory of the unmedicated pain i was in getting it put in 7 years ago is the barrier keeping me from overcoming all the other barriers this time. If I start having my period again, I'm afraid I'm gonna start experiencing serious dysphoria. also my cramps used to be pretty debilitating.

i barely shower. my hair is unmanageable due to a few really bad improvised haircuts and the fact that I'm laying down nearly 100% of the time. i can't do basic chores. the house is a mess like always, and has a million expensive problems going unresolved. my dad has just as many problems as me so they're not getting fixed very quickly. but he did get the roof repaired finally, after two years of it leaking water into my room, causing allergenic mold to grow in the walls. I can't sleep in there anymore, and everywhere else is full of junk. I sleep on the couch. It's not doing good things for my hips and back.

Living here instead of sleeping on the floor in the living room of my sister's one bedroom apartment and hiding from maintenance everytime they come in because that building's roof is also leaking and keeps spilling buckets of water all over her stuff everytime it rains means I get to be with my cat though, and that makes me really happy. my relationship with my sister is very much on the rocks now though.

my personality sucks, I'm angry all the time, I'm realizing my lack of control over myself and constantly being in a reactive state (that's gotten much worse over the years) has ruined almost every single relationship I have, and like actually traumatized people who loved me. I don't know how to stop. therapy scares me, I used to do it a lot but it's so fucking flawed and last time I went to try a new person it put me in such a panic I didn't go back. I don't know how to get better. Every path seems too hard and I have gotten to a point where I don't believe in myself enough to try literally anything, so I'm rotting away on my dad's couch, doing nothing but being a drain on finances and making everyone's lives around me worse.

I know (finally) that if I actually manage to kill myself (this time) it wouldn't actually make anyone's lives better, they would all be traumatized instead and like even if it did provide relief to some extent it wouldn't outweigh the pain. but being alive and useless and mean and spiteful also isn't like a postive force, so. I guess I have to figure out how to stop sucking and figure out how to do something. to be a positive force in the lives of the people I love? that's way more challenging than fantasizing about killing myself though. probably way more rewarding too.

i hope i figure it out.