#feelings vs. the truth

[imblocking-you]

IM BAWLING THEIR FAMILY DYNAMICS MAKE ME GO SOFT RKDNDKSM

[celebrimborium]

Stop fighting me and together, let us fight them.

[cowboycatss]

i think we’re gonna have to kill this guy, hangyodon and monkichi and tuxedo sam and badtz maru :(

[anghraine]

@venndaai tagged me in the five favorite characters/five fandoms poll! I think some others did as well, so thank you, all of you! It was a lot more fun to think about than everything else going on right now, and I figured it'd be fun to see the results :D

Tagging @ladytharen, @brynnmclean, @child-of-hurin, @kareenvorbarra, @sqbr, @squirrelwrangler, @him-e, @steinbecks, @scholarlyhobbit, and anyone else who wants to do it!

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Aang: Sooooo, who are you again? Kuruk: I'm Avatar Kuruk, the Water Avatar that came after Yangchen and before Kyoshi. Aang: Mmmm hmmm. And what did you do? Kuruk, sweating: Uhhhhhh not a lot. Aang: Really? What was your biggest accomplishment then? Kuruk: Being the baby girl who was lucky to be born between big boss mommies? Kyoshi: Don't ever call me that again. Or I swear to Raava, you will wish Father Glowworm finished you off. Yangchen: Kuruk, that better not be sexually charged at us. Kuruk: Of course not big boss air mommy. I mean it only in the most respectful way. u_u Yangchen: Fiiiiiiiiiiine, carry on. Kyoshi: No I don't "carry on!" I don't fucking care if it is or isn't suppose to be taken like that, or how true it is, don't fucking call me that again!

[scionshtola]

rotating something in my mind about shtola having matoya as a mentor and then growing to see her as a mother figure vs erenville and cahciua distancing themselves by referring to each other as mentor/pupil

[llamaisllama777]

I just thought of something kinda of funny 😁...

Ya wanna know what would be funny

I..if Nexus leaked the July 16th footage online for the world to see what really happened to those kids and as one last middle finger to Moon and the others. Ha ha... ha..

It's not funny. BUT IT WOULD BE STINKIN AWESOME! I can already taste the angst! I can see the thumbnail in my mind.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

winston (quant kid 2) (billions) declining a hookup (or work shit) later to instead give himself multiple orgasms (or go to math meetup)

[trainingdummyrabbit]

maybe we'll try again next time.

[inkandpaperqwerty]

It's been four months. They've been studying, experimenting, and solving the occasional murder along the way. But it's finally time to get Ed back to his own world... and then to start coping with whatever comes next.

Through the Gate Chapter 11 // Work is Now Complete

AO3 // wattpad // fanfiction.net

[faderiftss]

“Oh! Stuff I don’t like... But I like Sarge! He sticks up for me, he’s got a deep voice, and when there’s a button he lets me push it! In conclusion, Sarge is the best.”

[turbo-tsundere]

Kokichi's kokiching, part 1 out of 2.

I'm not even gonna post this one into DDDA's main tags, since it's a very silly, very indulgent thing, that only people who've played V3 might appreciate; not everything here is outright funny, AND I coudn't help myself with cheesy editing, like adding sprites here and there (the voice acting just begged for this imo), so there's that, too. :P

But honestly though, Ouma was such a joy to have around XD. I wasn't counting on accuracy when it comes to reflecting his character, even with the few personality-tweaking options that the game provides, but to my surprise... many times it wasn't so bad! And definitely was very fun - he was such a fierce, dramatic, snarky little menace... as he should be. <3

He also had a strange vendetta against carts, dunno why tbh, definitely did not learn it from Gonta. He'd ignore boxes and crates for the most part, destroyed barrels only when I desperately needed one (granted, 8 out 10 times I used them to perform barrel glitch, so fair, I guess, but he did made me stuck inside a Dusk Moon Tower's chest room with no liftstones to teleport myself out of it, leaving reloading my save as the only option...it's like he KNEW)... but carts? None shall remain.

[crownrots]

last night episode really got me thinking about elsa and rhaenys’ relationship, both when rhaela was alive and after she passed and rhaenys and corlys took her in (bc why wouldn’t they 🤡 … uncle daddy and auntie step mom). It’s such a tumultuous ride tho … rhaenys initially harboring ill will towards her because she’s technically corlys’ first born to being incredibly instrumental in raising her bc she KNEW her sister’s time with her was going to be short.

i ran out of tags to tag spoilers so: h*td spoilers dawgs for last nights hour of torture.

rhaenys, even if she didn’t show it as much, thought of Elsa as her own and Elsa, despite not showing it, always looked to her for the mother she was robbed of far too soon. The two argued like a parent and child might, the flew their dragons together, laughed and drank and mourned with one another.

But there was always a little sting, a little bit of resentment especially after Laena and Laenor passed, because while her only two children perished… Corlys’ child still lived and thrived and she always had to remind herself that Elsa wasn’t privy to her lineage. Only thought Corlys’ treated her as a daughter because that was expected of him as her aunt’s husband.

It’s not until everything is really laid out in the open that she’s able to let go of that little chip on her shoulder, to let it fall away so she can fully remember and realize the promise she had made to her sister on her death bed all those years ago; she has done far more for elsa than even SHE realized.

and then THIS happens … and the fact that they don’t even get to say goodbye. the fact that the last time they saw each other rhaenys was only catching a glimpse of her hauling ass north because something had gone amiss once jace departed from there. she never got to tell her just how much she loved her and loved raising her. that any anger or resentment or callousness she showed her at ANY point of her life had been ill placed and accidental. she never got to REALLY tell her how proud of her she was. how much of a privilege it had been to raise her up into the woman and mother she had become. she definitely does not see her late sister when she looks at her, but rather sees herself.

and when elsa returns, and in her grief goes to the alter by the tide pools that she’s visited far too often in her lifetime she absolutely loses it. while normally she’d have whittled a piece of wood to look like who she had lost, she stands there and just looks at the line of pieces that are already there; her mother, her grandmother, aemma, laena, laenor, viserys, luke, and her own son, rickon…she can’t put rhaneys there, she just can’t.

and in her grief and rage she destroys it, destroys the one place of peace she’s had all those years. destroys her once place of reflection and one place she could grieve uninterrupted. she rips the alter of driftwood and stone apart with her bare hands, knuckles bleeding.

it’s not a place of remembrance or reflection. it’s a glaring reminder of everything and everyone she’s lost. the empty spaces, a place holder for who might have an effigy placed there next; her husband, her daughters, her only remaining son, her nieces, her nephews, her queen and cousin, her father … the list goes on.

and all the while her dragon watches, feeling every ounce of her grief tenfold, and it’s unlike the kind she’s shared with her before. but when it’s all said am done, just like when elsa was fourteen and had lost her mother, frosteye lifts one opal wing, battle scars from them turning the tide in north still healing, and invites her under. and elsa accepts just as she did before, crawling beneath the wing, sand singing her split knuckles, drawing herself into a fetal position and weeping like a babe.

but she knows rhaenys isn’t coming to check on her like before. she knows frosteye won’t chortle and shift at the high valaryian spoken so softly and clearly to calm her upon approach.

she’s surrounded by so many, needed by so many. but she’s never felt so alone in rhaenys’ absence.

[poisonandpages]

"I am a camera with its shutter open, quite passive, recording, not thinking."

Books Read or Re-read in 2024;

Goodbye to Berlin by Christopher Isherwood

[kradogsrats]

something something Callum unlocking the Ocean arcanum through surrender of his choice/control to never do dark magic again, while lifelong dark mage Viren is realizing he had choice/control all along

[ivettel]

The fingerprint in its fixity, in other words, limits individual agency; it is the body’s seemingly immutable truth that tells the story. Such truth claims rely on what Ellen Samuels has referred to as ‘fantasies of identification.’ And yet, Samuels writes, fantasies of identification have never really been about science. They are about culture, about politics, about the rule of law and the unruliness of bodies.

— "What," Pam Bailey asks, "are my moorings?"

Dusting for Fingerprints x Sebastian Vettel in For One Last Time