#fast enough for me tbh

[kaiserouo]

i see tin can i draw tin can

[inkskinned]

she says he won't let her get a dog, which is fine, because they're in an apartment, and that's the kind of thing people say about their partners. he won't let me get a dog. and you're at a dinner party and you tilt your head a little to the side just like that dog he won't let her get, because is this the thing that's going to upset you? you don't know every corner of their relationship, she could be joking, they could have had so many healthy conversations about the dog, right, and maybe she's not letting herself get the dog because of money and time and whatever. but, like, she did say let

and she wants to move away from his hometown and he wants to stay and then he tells you with a wink and a conspiratorial stage whisper don't worry i'll convince her and she laughs about it - so clearly this is something they laugh about. but you do just stand there and stare at him like what the fuck, man. you can't say what you want to say which is why do you get the final say on everything because they're both obviously aware of the other person's stance on this and have obviously had private conversations about it and what are you going to do about it except make a scene and then he'll be mad at you and call you one of those bitches behind your back and she'll cut you off, which is a loss that doesn't feel worth it just because he makes you a little skeeved out every 3rd comment

and they both agree he just isn't the type to get flowers which is fine because everyone shows love differently, and are you really gonna judge someone based on their sense of individual relationship responsibility? maybe he's constantly cleaning her car and writing her poems and making her furniture or something. maybe she doesn't even like flowers and this is perfect, actually. and no you couldn't date him, obviously, ew; but like, she tells you she's happy. you almost send her a tiktok that says don't be 25 and the cool girl that doesn't need anything, you'll hate not getting flowers at 30, but that's like, starting drama & you shouldn't start drama needlessly.

and you're a little older than her but not so much older you can pull the whole trust me on this one babe thing and besides that wouldn't have worked anyway (when does it ever) and besides you have trauma so you and your therapist both agree that you're always looking for a problem even when there isn't one. and you tell yourself that just because you see them for 15 minutes every month does not mean you can identify every single red flag based on a single shitty half-joking(?) comment

and besides, what are you going to do? she says i actually wanted another stand mixer but thankfully he stops me when i'm about to spend too much money and you're standing there like are you okay? is this normal? is this just something people say? and again - what are you going to do?

to your therapist you try to language it - it's not, like, any of my business. but sometimes, doesn't it feel like - you should do something. there's got to be something, right? you've tried dropping little hints but they sail right through and you've tried having a single serious conversation and she got upset because why does it matter to you, yes it's different but we're happy, it doesn't need to make sense to you and you're like. really unwilling to push a boundary about it anymore; because the truth is that you know logically it shouldn't matter to you, as long as both parties are happy.

and besides, you've been wrong before. it's just... like, every time you see them both, something else happens, some kind of shiver down your spine like do you even hear each other when you talk. it's their strange, bickering orbit. just the way he's on his phone through dinner or watching sports instead of helping in the kitchen or, fuck, another one of these little throwaway comments he makes about we'll see about that, babe. she laughs when he calls her passions stupid shit and meanwhile she gets him tickets to see the knicks and he tells you well at least she's smart about something and still! it's none of your business.

you say get the dog anyway and she laughs. like, this is is you being funny. and not you saying - no really. get the dog. get the dog and get out of here. pack up and start running.

[myokk]

my angel😇

[layraket]

Day 28 - Denial

Character(s): Time and (fairy)Hyrule (LU)

Words: 433

Summary: Hyrule wanted to show his secret, Time had a wrong idea about this

Whump scale: 1 (see the full scale here)

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After a while wondering, the traveler decided that it was time to tell someone in the chain about his nature. It wasn’t fair to still hide it when they already knew enough secrets of each other, he was the only one that still was a mystery for most of them.

He told the others that he will go for a walk, and when he got far enough he called for his magic, transforming into his fairy form.

He went back to the camp, the trip being shorter with how easy the forest was to traverse in this form.

Now the problem was getting in there, he knew that they all were fairy catchers, so he needed to be careful. He wasn’t exactly a healing fairy, but they all didn’t really could differentiate them… Except from Time.

So, he grabbed all his courage and entered to the camp.

The whole chain obviously noticed him, mixed comments around.

“Hey! A fairy!”

“That isn’t one for healing, looks like a traveler”

“How do you know that?”

“Well, I learned from someone”

“What is doing one so far from a fairy fountain then?”

Apparently they all didn’t recognize him, huh. Well, at least it didn’t end up too bad–

“Hey little one” Time’s calm voice called for him, it had something that reminded him of the forest, the sound of the trees and sing of the birds.

He landed on the old man’s palm, resting his wings a little. Maybe Time will recognize him here, maybe he would explain the rest without him needing to.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, Navi. Were you always able to change your look?” Ah.

Did he just–

“Time are you sure–“ Warriors came to interrupt whatever was happening, being shut by the old man.

“Absolutely, only she had that hair and freckles if I can remember” Oh, he really thinks that he–

“Um, Time?” The old man ignored him, starting to talk with him like normal, telling him stories of his travels like if Hyrule hasn’t been there in the past months.

It was a very confusing afternoon. At least he managed to leave Time with just telling him that he needed to go back to somewhere. When he came back to camp he found him without too much words to share.

Everyone was still confused by this, so he gathered them afar from Time and explained them what happened.

Nobody had the heart to tell him, although, if Warriors was correct, he already knew.

So, this was the boy that his mama always talked about in her stories.

[mutalune]

my clone culture headcanon is that they have almost no traditional mandalorian ties, they picked up almost nothing culturally/linguistically from the mandalorian trainers, but the one thing they DID get were endearments/affectionate and-or comforting words/etc.

b/c 1) that was the only way the trainers could somewhat express affection for their favorites without getting dinged for being too attached to them since no one there actually spoke mando’a 2) kaminoans would be Unhappy if the clones expressed affection openly so secret language words were the only way to safely verbalize caring and loving, so they picked up on those few kind words VERY quickly

(The way I see it working is that the trainers had favorites, would occasionally say something like “chin up, hang in there, good job kiddo,” and said favorites picked up those terms without actually ever getting Direct Translations of what they mean. So they get the words and some context but have to jumble it together themselves and pronunciation and meaning change the further away it spreads from the original favorites - because all of this is spread in private, quietly, until it grows its own legs in different iterations with different battalions imho

like they know adding -‘ika to a name is affectionate and feels like a diminutive but they don’t know what it means exactly and sometimes plug it into names in grammatically odd ways, so instead of “Trap’ika” you get “Trapper’ika” which sounds more like “Trapperka” when you’re talking fast.)

(i’m just a fan of gentle soft pet names and showing affection quietly and how love finds a way and how the clones can take what little scraps they were given and make it their own)

[marshmellowtea]

i accidentally let what was supposed to be a small ramble devolve into a full on ficlet lmao so enjoy chrissandra angst centered around chris's mommy issues :')) light age regression and mentions of abuse ahead

sandra meets celia once in university, just by happenstance when she stops by chris's room to say hello and maybe take him out with her (because drinking alone is no fun, and frankly, a bit dangerous as a young woman on her own). she doesn't get to say much to her, but sandra immediately recognizes the weird, passive aggressive way she speaks, the judgement radiating off of her as she looks her up and down, the way chris looks near tears for reasons he never fully explains to her.

right out the gate, sandra knows she doesn't like celia. she doesn't get much of a chance to think much of it, though, before celia's gone again, fucking off to wherever hellish plane of existence she came from. sandra puts it in the back of her mind, takes chris's arm and leads him out the door with her—there's drinks and good times to be had, recently formed traumatic memories to forget about. if chris clings to her a little tighter than normal when she leads him away from his dorm, well, that can stay between the two of them.

it's not until a month later when sandra has the misfortune of thinking about celia again, the looming presence of that woman rearing its ugly head. chris is injured, strung up in the hospital for a minor injury, and her and robert are the only ones in the room with him, something she doesn't think much about until chris quietly asks to call his mum.

"i don't know why you're asking," robert says, so matter of fact it almost doesn't register for sandra the severity of what he's saying, "you know she's not going to come."

the comment puts a bad taste in sandra's mouth, though she does her best to write it off—it's just a minor injury, and chris is an adult. of course his mother wouldn't drop everything and make the long drive over to them just to check on his sprained ankle, why would she? sandra knows her mother wouldn't either.

but then again, her mother isn't exactly the best mum either, is she? her father would probably drop everything for her, has dropped everything for her for much less than this, that's what parents are supposed to do, aren't they?

she pushes the thought down. it's not her problem if chris's parents won't show up for him, even if the thought does make her chest ache a bit. she swallows back her concern and leans in, distracting him with talk of the current play they're going to put on with the cornley polytechnic drama society. they're the group's newest members, the three of them, and chris has already made his plans to eventually become director known to them, his eyes alight with excitement as he'd rambled drunkenly about his aspirations. sandra thinks he could do it—he's passionate, and fairly talented, if a bit clumsy onstage, and maybe a bit too much of a perfectionist (though she can't fault him for that, because she and robert have the same problem, don't they?). she sees that same light in her eyes when she brings up their current production, and for a moment, her chest warms, a weird rush of adoration for him swelling up in her.

she pushes that down too, for now. she's not here to make friends, even if she does quite like chris. she has her eyes on hollywood, and she's not letting anything slow her down.

....she's no where close to hollywood when another major celia incident occurs, the one that changes things. between then and the last time chris was in the hospital, she's only gotten brief mentions of the woman, little drops of information chris shares when he's a little too drunk and a little too open, moments a part of her relishes if only for the fact that chris closes himself back up afterwards. she's really starting to like him, and she knows he's really starting to like her too—not in the way she's used to men growing to like her, no, there's no thrum of sexual tension between them or longing romantic glances, but whatever it is is just as intimate, a scary and exciting and confusing tangle of affection between them.

maybe that's why she's there the minute she gets the call that he's in the hospital again—appendicitis this time, thankfully another routine procedure, low risk. it's no less terrifying, though, not for her, and certainly not for chris, who's wide eyed and whimpering even through the haze of the painkillers they have him on.

"mum," he half-sobs when he sees her and robert, eyes glistening with unshed tears. "i wan' mum."

"chris, we've talked about this," robert says, softer than usual—even he's able to dial it back sometimes, when the situation calls for it. "i've already called her. she's not coming."

chris sobs openly at the news, and sandra feels her mouth go dry, a surge of hatred swelling in her. she's not convinced that celia being here would be any better for him—she thinks back to the only time she met celia, the way chris looked like he was going to burst into tears from whatever their conversation had been before she walked in—but the fact she won't even make an effort to be here still makes her so angry on chris's behalf.

i don't think—i don't think she likes me, sometimes, he'd murmured to her last time they'd drank together, a fragile look on his face and a tremor in his hand. i want her to like me but i don't think she does. i—i dunno what i'm doing wrong...

"mama," chris whispers now, almost inaudible, sounding painfully small and young. "i just wan' my mama..."

a surge of—well, sandra can't quite place the emotional cocktail that suddenly hits her at the sound of him, the aching, protective rage that runs through her when it hits her that celia's reduced him to this, a scared kid forever crying for his mother. whatever it is, though, it spurs her into action, and she gets out of the hospital chair and hastens to the side of his bed, grabbing his hand and cradling it gently in both of hers.

"i'm here," she says, and she only thinks better of it before half a second before committing to her next choice of words: "mama's here. it's gonna be alright."

chris looks up at her, his eyes hazy and terrified. sandra musters up her best comforting look, giving his hand a gentle squeeze and rubbing at the back of it soothingly.

"sandra," robert says, bewilderment in his voice. "what the hell are you doing?"

"helping," sandra says, not even sparing robert a glance, keeping her gaze on chris's uncertain eyes. "i'll be your mum for a bit, if—if she's not going to show up. does that sound alright, chris?"

chris just stares at her for another long moment, the shock freezing him in place. eventually, though, he melts again, shoulders visibly slumping. tears spill over his cheeks, and his chest convulses, his free hand coming up to reach for her.

"sandra," he mumbles, and then his eyes go a different kind of hazy from the drug haze, something visibly shifting in him. "mama..."

sandra drops his hand and immediately pulls him into a hug instead, putting her arms around him carefully as to not disturb his stitches. he drops his head on her shoulder immediately, and she rubs his back, grimacing slightly at the wetness that hits her shoulder. she almost regrets this for a moment, then—but then chris squeezes back, a soft sob escaping him as he slumps into her embrace.

"mama..." he mumbles again, just loud enough for her to hear. there's still a tremor of uncertainty in his voice, the sound of it enough to choke her up.

"yeah. mama's here," she murmurs, any regrets and doubts washing away from her. it feels right, in a way she can't describe. "it's alright. you're going to be alright. i'm here."

the rest of the world melts away then, even robert's confused presence barely registers for her. it's just her, and chris, and this weird dynamic she's found herself committed to—she won't let herself think too hard about it yet, instead soaking up the oddly comforting warmth of chris in her arms, indulging a little in the odd protectiveness she feels over him.

[catoswound]

found a pdf of wheelock. quora is it realistic and possible to be proficient within a week question mark

[woafofbread]

It’s crazy that I remember yj Wally’s death day every but I still do. I never watched season 4 because I wanted him to be brought back but now the show is pretty much canceled again lmao.

[pa-pa-plasma]

genuinely not kidding when I say that Tears of the Kingdom is not only a bad Zelda game, it's just a bad game in general. it's inaccessible to casual gamers who previously could play Zelda games because of their structure. there is virtually no plot, & what little plot there is sucks ass, is predictable in a bad way, & doesn't make any fucking sense, with the absolute lack of emotional reactions from the characters making it all the worse. the references are only there to distract from the absolute nothingness, despite a main timeline Zelda title being the perfect game to have them as a type of storytelling (what happened to Skyloft??). the sky islands are just rocks with nothing on them except fruit, or maybe a chest if you're lucky. the underground is a walking in the dark simulator. the overworld is the exact same shit as in Breath of the Wild & I already explored that twice so why do it again. the caves are pointless. they didn't add much to the game besides that (the shrines & towers are just reskinned, do not fool yourself) & what they did add is just more sidequests to fill the gaps between the bits of non-existent plot. the dungeons suck. the boss battles are okay which is just sad for a Zelda game. it's just a $90 DLC & if that doesn't explain why I'm so mad about this idk what the fuck will. maybe the fact that this "new formula" is a severe step down from the old one, where you had an actual full fucking puzzle game to play with an actual fucking characters & a story that wasn't just more MCU "cameo! reference!!" bullshit

[theemporium]

mostly everyone in the mafia is incredibly loyal bc you three care for them so deeply. Someone kidnaps Lando and you get a photo of him all roughed up and tortured. Charles and Carlos have to turn away, Pierre and George are chomping at the bit to fight, etc etc

But you just calmly lay the photo down and look at Max and Daniel. You three know who it is. You disappear into the night with a few orders to Seb and Fernando. You return the next day with Lando and a file box. Lewis asks what’s in the box and you raise an eyebrow.

They all know what’s in the box.

not baby lando😭😭😭😭

but for some reason, the idea of the grid all being a part of the same mafia is sending me😭also like some of the drivers just do not fit the mafia world, bless their wee hearts

george? yuki? pierre? zhou? alex? they are more likely to be the ones protected by the mafia rather than being a part of it, im sorry

[healingheartdogs]

Cardio said my echocardiogram ultrasound, exercise stress test, and week long heart monitor all showed no serious issues, my resting heart rate is fine, but that my heart rate does seem to rise very rapidly under even small amounts of stress (postural changes, taking stairs, casually walking around my house) and rises very high (160+ bpm according to the monitor) so now I get to be put on beta blockers to see if they work and if they do she said that is sufficient evidence to confirm for sure that it's POTS.

Obviously could confirm it as well with a tilt table test but those are TORTURE based off what I've heard from fellow POTSies so I am very thankful that she doesn't think that's necessary and will not be making me do one.

[shining-latios]

guess who has to get a SECOND root canal but THIS time it's on their other bottom molar!!! 👏👏👏👏👏👏🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉💯💯💯💯

[elytrafemme]

holding my breath on this but its only been like 3 days of me REALLY posting other shit on here than just my thoughts and it already feels so much better. like i am glad i have this space to talk about my mental health and very kind people who have stuck with me through my many years of breakdowns but like... i don't know. i'm kind of sick of dealing with my own shit, and being able to like rb silly posts or talk about my interests on here just feels better. i'm still going to be sad as fuck on here sometimes, probably, but i like that i can kinda be a whole person more. i'm so tired of tumblr being the holding cell for my misery. i'm so tired of being miserable. least i can do is post about pokemon every once in a while

[gilfrespecter]

Listening to coinstar by the growlers and thinking about mel so hard I get nauseous

Ridiculous stream of conscious in the tags apologies but not really

[foxgloveinspace]

Dumb reading rant, that I will never complain to an author about: I dislike short chapter long fics with a burning passion. Why are you making me click through a 33 chapter when it’s only 36k long???😫