#did it for the alliteration

[sendpseuds]

closeted conservative congressman au

[toastyyjams]

more silly shinonome sibling shenanigans

[choccy-milky]

herbology class 🌹🌿 (from chap 2 of my fic!)

[azurityarts]

Hero & Partner Week (@heropartnerweek) - Day 1: Market | First Meeting | Shiny

Shinx and Vulpix's shinies glimmer in both glitter and gold!

[gossippool]

speaking of costume/makeup design i love that we go from wade wearing a toupee (at his own birthday party no less) as his way of trying to fit in in any way he can still control, to just him as himself!! which mirrors his character arc from needing to feel accepted or like he matters to other people to having self-acceptance and assurance in his own intrinsic worth <3

also *eye twitch* the white shirt representing rebirth and renewal. the cardigan representing comfort and homeliness as compared to a windbreaker reminiscent of a shield to block out the elements. both worn to keep warm but in different ways

[ya-boi-haru]

A series that focuses on the summary/ lore explanation of Fable SMP, but the episodes are done as Horrible Histories...

[aldasart]

My triple-A problem children: Anger, Anxiety and Apathy

[thecurtainswereblue]

oops my hand slipped

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: December 18

“On the Steps of the Palace" from Stephen Sondheim's best musical "Into the Woods" (I'm partial to the original Broadway cast recording, but the 2002 revival is also good)

[chill-vibes-but-rainbow-panic]

Seeing as Dante signed his apology letter with "Dante Vernon", I will assume that's actually his given last name, and not his husbands

I'm just saying, cause I totally see the other Emerald Ring members poking fun at him, for being the only one without alliteration lmao

[lotus-pear]

RAHHHHH SIGSKK REUNION IN THE NEW CHAPTER Chuuya waking up both Dazai and Sogma from a Fyodor-induced coma is really funny to me. He is literally Prince Charming

SIGSKK RAAAAHHHH I HOPE THE NEXT CHAPTER IS JUST SKK’S GOOFY ANTICS TRYING TO GET SIGMA AWAKE AND WHEN HE FINALLY WAKES UP HE GETS TO HUG DAZAI N CHUUYA AND THANK THEM BOTH FOR HELPING HIM AND THEN THEY ALL GO OUT INTO THE SUNSHINE TOGETHER. THE END.

oh also princess bungou dazai and prince charming chuuya in dead apple is actually my fav genre of skk bc it thwarts the fanon version of chuuya being the petite feminine helpless one in the relationship and gives it to the actual dependent damsel in distress: dazai

[thedragonagelesbian]

i miss yiseeril

[finn-m-corvex]

There is very little in this world that can be better than the feeling of your writing brain finally coming unstuck after hours of trying to get it to work and you can finally do stuff again!

[aidsyouinthinking]

Poem: our ever dissorded thoughts

My brain stews,

With don'ts 'an dos;

Chewing on those half truths.

Feeling gone; all goes but blues,

A Jackinthebox for my personal news:

Wind and wind the music play,

To creep, and irk, an otherwise plesant day.

Wind and wind behind at bay;

I weep- they lurk, mocking wise words

That They won't say...

But I feel them, and know them,

But me Knowing they condemn.

I have to claw at my throat,

Tear tendon till on blood I float,

And rench with my caloused hand

Out past their placed gasteic band.

Or if they wish to throw me a bone,

They'll just past it me whilst I'm alone,

Perhaps they find me ever squabbling

to that silver thread oh so amusing

maybe they are really really trying

so hard to help but forever failing

but now?

But now I know, either way...

well, another step anyway;

For if they are a They at all,

Or other questions that befall:

Introspective and monumental,

Is when to knees I fall to forever bawl,

And crawl into ball and drawl and brawl;

For for me you see

I do not emote the same as you

Or perhaps you do~

Please talk to me

Achem...

But to me it's distant like it's taking the mick

It's called being alexithymic~

And burst goes the bubble and the weasle too

As now to light something new, and too; me anew

Yes with every

Revelation

A new me

Self-Revolution

A carousel goes up and down

But it also turns around

From face to face some a frown

We shift and switch it's a bitc-

...

Fuck.

We again and a shudder to boot!..

If emotions are too strong,

we sing song and strum lute

Muscles follow root to where they belong

It's never perfect, often a mess,

but we do get to what we must address

Where were we?

We weren't!

We we we, don't you see!?

Well rather you don't!

Do not personify the fog,

Or the faluty machinations;

Breath no life into our backlog:

Chastising bastardisations:

Canvas colours swapped with lapdog;

It's just sensations arbitrary relations!

We're segmented dissonant wires, not shards!

But look at you, you idiot,

you're saying our and we

Oh, so so clearly

Some part of you can agree

Own the dread

Cuz you said

We...

And we.

We are sick and tired

Of always being fired

To gallows every day

With nought even a say

...

Where we're we?

I'm so lost

So lost

This vast empty breathless void seeps everywhere

I wish we were okay...

Just do it... be okay...

But we'll never know what to say

And no one else is coming to help today

Or tomorrow

Or the day after

I'm always fixing things, it's only me, oh so loney.

But at least... I have me? Frankly, not very...

Good company...

We didn't even get to the bit about how I can't talk feelings in drama cuz It's a place I used to mask, and changing my behaviour now feels like it did then

A burdend.

Oh Guess I did it :p

Back to "I" again... aye? Hmmm alr... fair...

[deus-ex-mona]

unnecessary comparison of the day!

volume 5’s release of one of asuna’s chapters changed the subject of her stan twt cancellation posts from mona to miyu (of frusu)!

[whiteshipnightjar]

No Wonder

by Joanna Newsom

Take it with me, love, to a place it can be, love. Little bird, little stone, shine, in light of the undone, dig with your hands, dear gather our friends, dear and I will cover with dust, dear Silence and trust, dear. Stay through the winter, wait for the splinter, and the green in the springtime, Queen-and-her-King-time.

Sweetness all summer and fall hit like a drummer and split in the autumn pit with no bottom.

And after the fall, out in the country in the long drought with ya, honey. And I call, daughter and son, ours to adore, whatever may come. After our chores end, and our money and our scores are settled and done, darling, I will stay till the last, plates are all filled, treats are all passed.

Ain’t it a thrill, ain’t it a gas Foot* at the hill, and don’t it go fast? At the foot of the hill, we empty our glasses.

And I’ll follow you over, will you follow me under? Crawl through the shadows, call out the wonder. Oh, how I love you, time will tell – I’ll never tire of you, I’m just tired of myself, dear.

And as our days, waft in a realm our path is away, soft as a dream. We laugh and we race soft and ennui capture a stray pod on the breeze hammer a stake, mark in our seed manage to rake, water, and weed. Hundred to one, our garden will grow. But wonder or none, I wanna be known, wanna be sung, wanna be shown, want for no one but you and your warm opening arms. Watching the rolling storm clouds sail by

our window, dock in the valley; paled*, pocked, and dimpled crocodile belly. We wait all night and count the thunder, there is no lightning. It is no wonder.

But just before dawn, water comes streaming in the dark, every bead burns like a star, blinking to sleep, burns like a spark, burrowing deep, under the lawn, quiet and green rain has begun, honey, come see under the sun, rising like steam. Wonder or none, I wanna be seen, wanna be–eventually, eventually.

Grow through the winter, and summer, surely and slowly. Little star shine of wonder at home with you only.