#did u really miss me?

[jaythes1mp]

What's up, my dude. I was just wondering if you're doing okay? We haven't heard from you in hot minute.

Um…👉👈

Whatttttttt?? No clue what you’re on about bud. You missing me or sum? Pshhh

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Fr tho, I live in the middle of jackshit no where. So I use Starlink. The modem BROKE. B r o k e. I’ve been nearly FOUR WEEKS without internet now💔 I’ve been forced to rely on my data that only works 40% of the time and for some reason only goes out till the end of my driveway. So with all the bugs out in aus it’s been impossible for me to go onto tumblr or any other platform after work (at night) like I usually do. We’re not allowed to bring our phones in, so it’s been hell. My roommate is lucky cause she’s got Telstra and she gets a bar of 4G in the house. My bloody Circles sucks balls.

THANKFULLY they’ve sent me a new one free of charge since it wasn’t any fault of ours. Life savers I swear. Though they sent the wrong fucking model and now we have to wait for this attacher-device to arrive to set up on the roof.

You have no idea how old I’ve felt with no internet💔💔 Plus the whole hospital shit that’s been going on. 2025 is not my year bro

[secretsimpleness]

Sometimes I want to bring Morrigan but then I remember I play as a face-tanking rogue and I bring Wynne. Warden Cousland, Morrigan, Wynne / Dragon Age Origins (c) Bioware

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post battle, one last short rest

[phonification]

i cant stop thinking of ghost knife possessing balloon whenever hes hanging out with suitcase and goofing around

[kaitobromota]

[Blows the dust off this blog] Long time no see...

Back in the Danganronpa pits... have some silly doodles for an...AU? or like, slight canon divergence/missing scene? I got to chapter 5 in my THH replay and was thinking about the part where these four are alone in the gym dismantling Monokuma all night.

I know realistically it's supposed to be because they were paranoid and extra careful about taking it slow so nothing went wrong... but like... their alibi is from 10pm to 7am? In my heart of hearts it actually took the whole night because they kept getting distracted and chit-chatting and got into a bunch of shenanigans once the actual dismantling part was done. Like Byakuya says they went to the bathroom in pairs?? Not to mention you'd totally expect him to make a comment about how insufferable it was being stuck together for like nine hours. And Hina says they played rock paper scissors to decide who brought back breakfast???

You can't tell me they didn't bond at least a little bit. A friend pointed out it'd have the vibes of a 4am discord call and that's exactly it. Emotional confessions about personal fears and insecurities to dumb physiological debates that become inside jokes forever. Etc.

[isamovingon]

like that ah! like that ooh! 'POSE' — LIGHTSUM (2024)

[boobchuy]

I love amphibia I'm really happy it exists

[crystallizsch]

“I don't remember the last time I went waltzing in fancy dresses... Come dance with me! You’re my guinea pig for tonight to see if I still got the moves, hehe. Maybe then I’ll have a shot at this ‘Midnight Princess’ thing. …Chill, I’m just kidding. Or am I?”

Yuusha Tala Midnight Waltz (fan event by @midnightmah07)

MAH HI HI CONGRATS ON 1.5K FOLLOWERS 💥💥💥🎉🎉🎉

i’m really glad to have met you, it’s fun chatting and seeing you in the dash!! thank you for doing this fun event and being such a cool person and sharing your art/writing/ocs!! i hope you keep doing what you love, you deserve this so much and more!! 🫶🫶🫶💖💕💖💕🔥🙏

[venusandsaturnsrings]

VENUS I NEED THOUGHTS OF COWBOY TARU NOW IM COAMING AT THE MOUTH AND DYING!! ONLY COWBOY THOUGHTS OF HIM CAN SAVE ME :((( -chubby darling anon <3

HAIIII RESPONDING TO THIS NAOOWWW i love u my fav anon (don’t tell the others shhh) and i’m always game for cowboys <3 i have more thoughts on this but im feeling romantical rn apparently?? if this still interests you from however long its been im willing to dump more longer ideas!! cowboy taru and rope and lassos and spurs and whips…

contains: your first meeting, light flirting, and a suggestive ending…

cowboy tartaglia… he’s both the widely feared type and the generous type. think of him like robin hood but a major sadomasochist!!

your first encounter with him is as dusk gives way to night, working a slow evening at the bar. you’re sure you’ve washed all the tabletops at least two times more than necessary and the glasses have never looked so spotless but alas, it’s far from closing time. only a couple regular patrons and sickly looking drunks sit at a handful of tables and all seem to be lost in their own worlds until the front doors swing open with an unceremonious screech and clatter. you lazily look towards the entrance as a pair of boots loudly clacks your way, the signature jingle of spurs following in harmony. the boots belong to a sun-kissed, smiling, and freckle covered ginger who’s giving you a boyish smile despite the scar that draws upwards from his lips. you’re almost charmed by his appearance alone but it’s his dangerously unbuttoned shirt paired with a tip of his hat that really puts the nail in your coffin. he slides into a stool with practised ease and folds his hands atop the bar.

“‘evening, miss. mind fixin’ up a nice glass of sarsaparilla and bourbon for me? take your time, i’ve got a lovely view from here,” his expression borders on leering and usually you’d be quick to shoot down such flirtations but something about him had butterflies forming in your gut. short on words without risk of stuttering, you nod and attempt to give him a pleasant smile but you’re sure it comes off as foolish more than anything. the man seems endeared regardless, resting his chin in his hand with a soft chuckle.

you turn quickly to avoid making a real joke of yourself and focus on making the best damn drink of your life despite the simple instructions. turning back and placing the glass in front of him, he softly thanks you with a wink and takes a sip before humming in approval.

“you’ve got a steady hand clearly, what’s the name, little miss? ajax is mine. would look pretty comin’ outta your mouth,” and you’re swallowing thickly to even out your voice and wet your painfully dry throat before voicing your own.

“ah… ajax… suits you,” only simple words seem to come out in your nervousness but he seems happy to hear it all nonetheless.

the rest of your shift is spent exchanging idle chatter with him as you pay little attention to the other patrons to focus on just how pretty ajax is and how sweet his words sound swirling around your head. you come to learn he spends his days running errands for those who can’t afford to do it themselves and, though it sends a shiver down your spine, how he punishes those in need of correction. you don’t pry on the latter but his giving nature has you swooning while you lose track of time.

at the end of the evening he’s inviting you back to the hotel he’s got for the night and promising a good ride plus more if you’re willing to hang around him longer.

[tunastime]

"hold my hand. please" + draping a blanket over their sleeping body?

you know i'm a rentho or ethubs guy but i'll be happy with any pairing you choose :3

"pull me closer…" / draping a blanket over their sleeping body (873 words) (x)

"You know, this would be a lot easier if you actually went to bed like a regular person, my dude."

The bundle carefully tucked in his arms gives an aborted huff, eyes narrowed as he stares up at him. Ren gives the bundle, shock white hair and mismatched eyes, a pitying glance from behind his half-moon glasses. Etho continues to glare up at him, all angry kitten-like and bristly and no actual bite. Careful not to jostle his precious cargo, Ren weasels open the door to the monolith. He'd be happy to make this Bdubs' problem, were it not that Bdubs wasn't here, and Etho didn't have a room closer than this, and Ren wasn't about to tuck him away in a cold castle.

"Tango's a snitch," Etho finally mutters, voice heavy with exhaustion.

"Feisty!" Ren snorts. "Tango would've let you sleep if you hadn't... hm, dunno, passed out in his dungeon?"

Etho burrows a little closer, a familiar, shifting expression flitting over his partially-concealed features. 

"I, ah, fell asleep," he offers. Ren raises a doubtful eyebrow.

"In the prize room of Decked Out," he states. Etho gives an aborted shrug.

The inside of the monolith is as homey as it had ever been, lined with smooth, white stone and dark wood, carpets and chests and low hanging lights Ren had to duck to avoid. 

"You're going to sleep in a real bed, my man," he muses. Etho sighs.

"I had it under control!"

"I'm sure."

"Tango... had it under control,” Etho mumbles.

"He's gonna have a heart attack thinkin' you straight up died and your body got all..."

"Stuckificated."

Ren scrunches his nose, planting a kiss on the free space of Etho's forehead. Etho makes a startled squeak, squirming in his arms as Ren stands on the first step of the stairs, beaming down at him.

"You sound just like 'em."

Etho grumbles.

"Jerk," he warbles out, more embarrassed laugh than bite.

Ren laughs, a sound that rolls through his chest just as much as it probably rolls through Etho. Ren follows the staircase up several landings to the sparsely used bedroom, the faint smell of old candles and packed linens drifting through the space, tugging on memories. Etho spent some of his time here—when he wasn't sleeping in his workspace, or on the couch, or on the floor, or in his half finished build, or, it seemed, in the rooms of Decked Out Two. Those nights Ren remembers with a particular, swelling fondness, pressed carefully between the chambers of his heart. 

He lets Etho untangle himself, all limbs and sharp joints and padded muscle. He shakes himself out, flopping forward at the waist to stretch out his back as Ren steps backward, grinning at him. At this angle, all of Etho's hair, the partially braided bits that Bdubs attempted to keep together, fall over his head and brush the floor. Etho huffs, brushing it all back in one messy swipe as he stands up, looking disgruntled and dislodged. He lets his shoulders sag a little as he starts to detangle his hair, fix his clothes and wander to the bedside. Ren watches with a careful, somewhat attentive eye. It doesn't take Etho long to settle despite all his stretching and preening—as soon as he sits, tugging off non-essential clothes and changing into pajamas passed over, he crawls under the layers of blankets and curls up, small against the wide space of the mattress. 

Ren steps forward then, tucking the blankets better over his shoulders, carefully combing back hair that dips into Etho's face. Etho's face softens in the now-low light, smoothing out the freckles and smile lines, crow's feet and lines of stress under his eyes. Ren runs his hand through his hair, back over his shoulders and rests it there on the cusp of his arm before he pulls away. Just as he does, Etho catches his hand, tugging ever so, more deadweight than anything as he fights sleep.

"What's up, baby?" Ren jokes, giving his weak hand a squeeze.

"Stay here," Etho mumbles into the pillow. Then, partially aborted as he shuts his eyes, more sound than words: "Please."

"Well," Ren muses, scrunching up his face. "Since you said please, I don't know if I have much choice!"

Etho hums, the note high in his throat. Ren takes that as a fundamentally good sign. 

"But," he tacks on, sitting in the space Etho leaves for him, the warm impression of him still felt on the blankets. "I'm not lying down with you. I have other things to do, unlike you."

"Mrgh."

"I know, it's a terrible shame. I slept the entire night last night, so I'm allowed to work during the day."

Etho huffs. The tense look to his face dissipates though, as Ren leans forward to press a kiss to his temple, smooth back his mess of hair that most certainly, certainly needs a good brush, and probably a good shampoo. Ren sets the task a little higher on his mental to-do list. He lingers against Etho's cheek, kissing the high of his cheekbone, smiling to himself when Etho relaxes a fraction. 

The tired give of his body under Ren's careful ministrations is all he can ask for.

[mmiawinters]

hatchetfield femslash fortnight day 2 - retro!!

tried to go for like. 80s prom-ish but it didnt really turn out great 💔💔💔

[twinstxrs]

the gorgug-porter conversation is interesting to me because like. yea for the overwhelming majority of the conversation porter’s being shitty & trying to fit gorgug into a box that gorgug just does not fit into by trying to make gorgug’s relationship with his rage more focused on the aggression aspect of it. but then there’s also this specific thing that brennan brought up again in the ap, which is that gorgug’s relationship with his rage is wholly “this is a tool i use to protect my friends.” which isn’t a bad thing! but that’s his Whole relationship with it, & gorgug seems to place next to no value on his rage in relationship to himself. which is problematic, because it’s first & foremost his rage.

being raised in a household with a sort of toxic positivity largely meant that, whether or not it was his parents’ intention, gorgug internalized the message that more traditionally “negative” emotions such as anger are the wrong response to something. part of the reason he prioritizes his artificing is probably because it’s “fixing” things. in comparison to being a barbarian, which gorgug associates with “breaking” things. good vs. bad behavior, in his eyes.

it’s a totally unacceptable bar to measure a 16 y/o by, but i do think part of porter’s reasoning for not letting gorgug multiclass is him recognizing that gorgug generally does not value anger as a valid emotional response to something, at the very least for himself. & that directly conflicts with what being a barbarian is, because whether you like it or not, that rage is what fuels you. but again, barring a kid from pursuing something they deeply care about in part (not entirely, porter has a lot of more bullshit reasons) because of their fundamental values & world outlook is crazy.

so yes, 98% of porter’s reasoning is pretty shitty, immature, rife with a toxic view that there’s only one proper way to access rage, & generally not a good thing to do as a teacher, but also within that reasoning is the 2% of ‘there is a fundamental part of yourself that you only value if you can use it to take care of other people & you need to accept that as something that can take care of you, too.’ but that’s something to discuss with a therapist or a guidance counselor, not something that should hugely impact gorgug’s academic future.

[disposal-blueeee]

[kenovir]

CHAT I JUST REALIZED. ALL MY FAVORITE POKEMON CHARACTERS . HAVE THE SAME ISSUES. BUT I NEVER PUT TOGETHER I LIKE THEM BECAUSE THEY ARE MENTALLY ILL THE SAME WAY I AM.

Friede, steven, leon and morty all have the "damn I was working so to reach greater heights I didn't realize I was missing something until I gave up the glory and I got out and now I can do that thing with newfound passion and joy"

[chrollogy]

[happi-dreams]

so me and my sister just rewatched both the lego movies and we have just been yapping to each-other ever since and i really need to talk about emmet as a autistic character and the movies in general because GOD—

Emmet autism power time wao

In the beginning of the first movie, Emmet is the only person we see who consistently refers to the instructions and carries it around throughout his day — kinda being a ‘script’ that other autistic people use to fit in with others or use with social situations except instead of being internalised rules it’s a *literal* instruction book (which he has many of). This being a representation of the expectations that society expects of him and the unspoken rules he needs to follow; he’s been essentially wearing a mask throughout his whole life in an attempt to fit in, but even then his peers still see him as different due to them not following the instructions as closely as he does, causing a disconnect that Emmet couldn’t know about because he assumed everyone is doing the same as him.

But by the end of the first movie, Emmet realises that he can be himself and can focus on what makes him, *him*!! Rather than constantly following what others expects of him, he unlocks the ability to master-build and uses it for specifically things that interest him and what he wants (e.g the construction robot and the double decker couch!).

This lead into the beginning of the second movie, after 5 years Emmet is now living by his own life by his own rules, he still follows instructions but this time he makes it himself! He knows that routine and it makes him the most comfortable so he continues to do it but by his own terms. (akin to how autistic people (me) use specific routines and plans to make their day to day easier).

He’s also shown to be the only person who’s appearance hasn’t changed at all, still sticking to his optimistic demeanour because it’s an integral part of his identity as a person and by not conforming to the expectations of society he’s in, he’s being himself and valuing what makes him unique — building things that are specific to solely him.

In the Christmas tree short he’s the head of the construction crew sequence team, in the movie he builds a comfortable home with all of his interests and personality stuffed inside! But it is immediately disregarded as ‘not serious’ and ‘too bright/clean/friendly’ and dangerous to society (dangerous to the views society wants him to conform to) — with that critique of his home then being an indirect critique of his character and who he is as a whole, that he cannot or should not be himself anymore, that he needs to change and be more serious, more mature, this evident key reignites the feelings of insecurity in Emmet that he should not need to feel again following the events of movie 1.

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Considering Rex Dangervest as a character; this is a version of Emmet we see as who, after being stuck in a dryer and wallowing in feelings of betrayal and anger, conforms to what his old peers wanted from him, putting on another mask now of maturity. He changes his entire appearance, emphasising the change while also burying his past identity.

However, even though he’s being what others wanted of him, he’s still doing it for himself and to attempt to squash or bury the deep insecurity he now has. He’s learned that instructions aren’t needed anymore, which is yet another thing he has completely removed from his identity now and in an attempt to be as un-himself as possible, he lives his life impulsively and destructively — his entire crew being composed of raptors than people, reflecting his distrust of people and further separating himself from them, furthering his isolation in toe.

Rex is also a unreliable narrator, lying about his accomplishments and playing it up to further conform into this mask he has created and making himself seem much more special and interesting than what he may actually be, using this to push himself further away from who he used to be (quite similar to Lucy actually, but taken even further through him taking what everyone says about him literally).

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But back to Emmet, when he meets Rex he is in a vulnerable point in his life both in situation and emotionally, he’s unsure of whether he should be himself or how others feel about him. He wants to be loved and known by others and not being ignored like he was in the beginning of the first movie, he’s clearly willing to change himself in order to achieve this goal even if it’s not good for him, Rex had (has) this same insecurity and feeds into this intentionally, encouraging Emmet to change himself and grow tougher and stronger mirroring what his peers used to do with him, showing a cycle of hurt that is caused because of those words and actions.

Emmet changes *insanely* quickly, learning the master-breaking ability immediately as opposed to Rex who likely needed years to perfect it, likely pushing most of his feelings deep down and even though he’s accepted more of himself at the beginning of the second movie, his whole life before then was constant repression and masking, the instructions he was given by society actively told him what to do and how to feel, how to answer others but he was never given an outlet for any negative emotions.

That many years of repression cannot be undone such a short time, but Rex gives him a destructive outlet to vent his emotions rather than a constructive one — furthering what Rex wants Emmet to be and what Rex sees as good now because of his own trauma, wishing to now better his past self and help him realise the ‘truth’ earlier than he did, both to help Emmet but also protect him from what Rex had to go through but in the end hurting Emmet anyways.

In conclusion,

Emmet is uber duper autistic and he should be able to get a therapist and also be silly *drops mic*

I have more I wanna yap about but imma give myself a lil break cause i have like, a whole talk about the second movie plus a rewrite of the entire dryer bit plus fun things but ye

But i really hope this sounded good !! if you have literally anything to add or rebuttal please let me know! :D