#don’t know if i’ll delete this later

[ladymcres]

honestly the blatant double standards going on in the kp fandom are ridiculous. i have zero problems with mile and i don’t think cancelling him for, again, idiotic comments left on sm years ago is the way to go, but jesus christ. i’m seeing the same people calling for build’s head with longass threads (both here and on the bird app) being all like “the past is the past” or just ignoring the whole thing and i’m like, excuse me? you’ve been bringing b’s comments up (or going for ta who, by the way, is a kid) every chance you get (even going to the lengths of stating that in the case he was the actual victim he deserved that for those past comments) and now that your fave is involved, suddenly, the past is the past? i’m happy mile is not getting his life fucked over (or benched as a matter of fact, cause, you know, the whole “reflecting” thing boc has) for some dumb bullshit he may have said when he was younger, but considering i get hate anons every single time i post anything build related, i just want to tell you that you’re a bunch of hypocrites. Thank you for coming to my ted talk

[nrdmssgs]

„What are you doing?“

„Teaching you to miss me.“

So much for ignoring him for the whole day. She covers her mouth with one hand and tries to stop him from moving with the other, but Nikto just places her palm on the back of his neck.

She had it coming. Should have told him, KorTac called her to organize this certification for the contractors. Should have greeted him more warmly, than others.

„Sorry, I was trying to be professional.“

„No, just didn’t miss me enough.“

She was hoping to stay professional through her whole stay at KorTac base. That was still the plan, when she didn’t go to his room after she got free until the next morning. The plan flew out of the window, when he knocked, took her by the hand and lead to his room after two suffocating long kisses shared in an empty hall.

„You want everyone to think about you tomorrow when they share gossips in a common room?“

„I want you to think about me.“

„Miss me.“ in every Niktos kiss. Every bite. He’s teaching. He’s begging.

„Oh please miss me.“

„Miss me.“

[burinazar]

i think the made in abyss concert today pressed some kind of healing reset button on my soul btw

[thehudsondraws]

I just had a thought after watching the newest Fionna and Cake. Simon has been researching Golb relentlessly since he came back, to the point where he has a secret Golb shrine. One might call him a scholar of Golb.

Perhaps the… last… scholar of Golb…

Oh fuck

[apolloskazoo]

He couldn’t find her.

Ellie usually wasn’t late when it came to coming home on time, especially when it started to get dark out, yet the sun was almost fully set and Joel couldn’t find her.

He tried not to panic—she was fifteen, she could handle herself, she probably just got distracted, she did have a tendency to wander off when she saw something interesting—but no matter how much he tried to comfort himself, he couldn’t calm down.

He checked her room, just to make sure she hadn’t entered quietly without him noticing, but it was just as empty as it had been when she left, and the rest of the house was no better. He knew where she was supposed to be coming back from, and he knew the stables were a safe place as long as nobody got kicked or rolled on by a horse, so he knew there was probably no danger. He told himself he just had to wait. She would come back, she always did.

Less than five minutes later he was tossing on his coat and hurrying out of the house in a panic. Screw waiting. He was going to the stables and he was finding his kid.

The walk to the stables was a quick one, which only made him worry more, and when he arrived and peeked his head in, gaze searching, his heart sank.

She wasn’t there.

Shit, he thought, chest tightening. “Ellie?” Where the hell was she? If she wasn’t here and she wasn’t home, something must’ve happened to her, and it was getting dark. He reached for the stall door nearest to him. How—

He stopped. Stared.

Are you fucking kidding me.

Lying in the middle of the stall was Ellie Miller-Williams herself, tucked against a snoozing horse’s side, snoring softly from her position curled up half on the ground, half on a large, could-kill-you-if-it-rolled-on-top-of-you mammal. Joel almost couldn’t believe his eyes, and he definitely couldn’t help the startled huff that came out of his mouth at the sight of his daughter, late to come home because she’d fallen asleep on a horse.

He ran an exasperated hand over his face and sighed. “Oh, Ellie, what am I gonna do with you?”

She stirred, lifting her head sleepily and squinting up at him. When she recognized him, her body relaxed again and she slumped back down onto the horse, who was probably Shimmer, if Joel had to take a guess. She made a small, incoherent noise. Probably trying to tell him to fuck off.

He rolled his eyes and crouched down next to her, gently shaking her shoulder, not wanting to startle her. “Ellie, wake up. We gotta get home. No more fallin’ asleep on dangerous animals, alright?”

Ellie mumbled something into Shimmer’s side.

“‘Scuse me?”

She turned her head to face him, eyes still closed. “Sh’mmer’s not dangerous.” The horse, whose eyes were closed as it rested alongside Ellie, snorted softly in what sounded like agreement. If he wasn’t still recovering from his initial fear of her being in danger, he would have to admit, her and the horse cuddling together was pretty cute. His initial fear was still on his mind, though, so them being cute was not his first priority.

“Uh-huh, sure. Am I really gonna have to pick you up?”

“Mhm.” Ellie turned her face away again and curled up into an even tighter ball, looking as if she was about to drift off again any moment.

Shaking his head but unable to hide the smile on his face, Joel reached out his hands and wrapped them around her, lifting her off of the ground with a grunt and almost dropping her as he tried to adjust her against him comfortably.

“Gettin’ to old for this,” he puffed, and her head drooped against his chest in reply. Shimmer’s head lifted at the sudden loss of Ellie on top of her, and he nodded at the horse, whether it be to thank it for not crushing his kid and killing her, or to acknowledge the fact that he knew what it felt to have a little girl pass out on you and render you unable to move. The horse snorted and placed its head down again. Good. Time to get the hell out of here.

Ellie shivered and curled up against him when he stepped out into the night and the cold breeze hit her. He rubbed his hand against her arm in an attempt to warm her and picked up his pace, and he almost missed it when Ellie mumbled out, “am I late?”

He frowned. “Late?”

“For home.” Right. Curfew. “I didn’t mean t’be late.”

“It’s alright,” he assured her. “Just try and get home before you pass out next time, hm?”

“I got distracted talkin’ to Shimmer,” she explained tiredly. “And then I fell asleep. Sorry. Did I scare you?” He glanced down and saw that her eyes had opened and she was staring at him with a small crease in her brow, looking worried.

He pressed a kiss to her hairline. “A bit,” he admitted, because sometimes he forgot how aware she was of how much he worried about her. “But I found you quickly.”

“Sorry,” she said again, eyes fluttering shut. “Didn’t mean to…worry.”

“It’s okay,” he said again as he reached their house and pushed the door open. He’d left in such a hurry he’d forgotten to lock it, but it seemed to be fine. “You can make it up to me by brushin’ your teeth and gettin’ cleaned up. You smell like dirty horse.”

“You smell like dirty horse,” she yawned back, to tired to think of an actual comeback. She still caught herself on both feet when he gently placed her down, and she stumbled sleepily over to the bathroom, only hitting her head on one corner on the way there.

Rolling his eyes affectionately, he headed to his own room and waited for the inevitable sound of tiny feet coming his way. Sure enough, a couple of minutes later the door creaked open and Ellie was stumbling in, flopping onto the edge of his bed and sliding herself under his covers.

“Excuse me, young lady,” he said, taking her hair of it’s ponytail and putting it on his nightstand, since she’d apparently forgotten to do that in her tiredness. “I believe the bed you’re sleepin’ in right now is mine.”

“Find a new one,” she mumbled into the pillow. “It’s mine now.”

“I s’pose we can share just this one time,” he sighed, pretending like it was a difficult decision for him to make.

“Mhm,” she huffed back. “Just once.”

Just like he had the night before, Joel slid into his covers, and just like she had the night before, Ellie turned and flopped on top of him, burying her face into the crook of his neck and curling around him like a snuggly koala. He wrapped his arms around her and gently rubbed her back in return, not minding the clinginess in the slightest, and in moments she was sleeping again.

Joel closed his eyes and fell asleep to the sound of her breathing.

[kindest-little-fella-in-town]

ew 5am vent on main pls ignore this

open communication is only so difficult because you have to be vulnerable. “hey can you stop doing (normal thing) because i’m so stupidly insecure and emotionally immature that it absolutely ruins me every time” ?!?!?! i’d literally rather die than admit that to anyone

[scuorge101]

Awhile ago when I was first joining the fandom I made a little AU with my sibling in where we made Polites a mermaid and Odysseus found him on a beach (when they’re both kids) and ever since then Polites took on a human form (with occasional trips to the ocean or any water source).

Polites and Ody go through great lengths to keep this a secret though, but Eurylochus caught on one day and so they decided to be open with him about it. They mainly say they keep it secret cause Polites doesn’t want the little attention it might bring.

The AU doesn’t make a lot of sense but I’m sharing it cause idk why not. Just one of many AUs I’ve thought about.

Though it probably doesn’t make sense for a Greek setting tbh since looking it up the only thing I see closely resembling a mermaid are the sirens (before anyone says anything yes I am aware there are versions of the sirens as bird ladies) or Poseidon’s son Triton or Nereids/Tritones.

[goldkirk]

I would love to understand why my brain and body are desperate to not shower in the safety of my own home but perked up at the offer to go shower at the gym that’s full of people I don’t know and men who could pin me and locker rooms with open doorways and less control over cleanliness than I can get in my own apartment. Something something the years of swim practice and swim meet locker room showers being safe I guess?

[vldlance]

just hiding-in-an-alley-from-the-galra things

[clovesnz]

Well it’s been four hours with a sore throat and I already feel feverish so this isn’t looking fun

[oceanmoongirl143]

[dreamtydraw]

Entering depressed dreamty wave era of the month, I’ll excuse myself for being moody, I randomly feel like crying on the floor.

[sistaofpeace1]

So…rant below. Skip if you want.

Let me first preface this by saying that I absolutely don’t mind at all that people have their own preferred ships when it comes to Tales fandom, or just any fandom in general. It’s great! And people absolutely should have the right to celebrate their favorites as they please.

Having said that…I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I sometimes feel a little lonely. I feel like I’m the only one shouting from the rooftops that Luke/Tear is so amazing and the way they were developed in Abyss was just brilliant and I would love to share that love with others.

And I try to do that. But sometimes…it just feels like I’m talking to a brick wall.

Other than the few people who still care to some extent…there are less and less people who will even bat an eyelash.

And like, I get it…Abyss is a dated fandom and its last release was on the 3DS in like 2012. And of course, so many other games and fandoms have come around since then.

At the same time…I see how people react to other Abyss ships…and I see how they react to Luke/Tear. I can tell you that it’s definitely NOT the same.

I know I’m not the best writer. Far from it. But seeing my stories also get less and less traction (despite putting as much if not more effort) is getting disappointing. So I know it’s not just a “me” issue but mainly the general audience who are not interested in the subject matter.

Maybe it’s just the syndrome and curse of being a “canon” ship. Some people will automatically gravitate away from anything that’s “written” to already happen. And that makes me sad. I wish people could just see everything regardless of whether they’re deemed canon or not, because I feel like people are passing over a beautiful ship for really no good reason.

There’s also people who…let’s say take Luke’s age at literal face value and won’t even consider him with anyone lmao they’re kind of a lost cause to begin with so I don’t even bother

Anyway. I don’t want to be discouraging. Tl;dr I just wish I had more people I could fangirl Luke/Tear with

[braisedhoney]

okay hear me out.

“i would die for you” but in a i would sacrifice my next quiet sunrise for you kind of way. in a i would easily trade my next glass of refreshingly crisp cold water for you kind of way. in a i would take the blanket from my shoulders on a humid but cold night and wrap it around you while you sleep instead kind of way. in a i would sacrifice the first moment i spent looking up at the night sky away from light pollution and give it to you instead kind of way.

“i would die for you not because my life has no value, but because to me, yours has so much value that it is worthy of that and more”. that kind of way.

idk if that’s my favorite character dynamic (i am a sucker for angst) but it’s up there. somewhere.

[kaleighkarma]

I feel like shit

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

I don’t understand how politicians can live in a country and just. Be so removed from important issues. Be so removed from what people want.