#figured it was time to get my stuff together

[ezisregrettinglifedecisions]

I saw a post by @bellenotthebeast about the hate drivers are getting at the moment and this is a written version of what I put in the tags of my reblog because I didn't realise I was going to go on a rant when I tapped on the reblog button.

734 words just in case you were wondering.

All of the hate that drivers get for making mistakes is getting absolutely out of hand. It's frankly ridiculous how many people will jump at the chance to nitpick and be rude about another driver and whatever mistake they made minor or not. (This is specifically in relation to comments taken severly out of a very important bit of context and actual driving moments, if there is something serious then yes I think they should be held accountable for their actions, just because they're rich and in a very elite sport should not make them immune from accountability even though it does appear to sometimes.)

The stuff with Lando is actually sickening with how far its gotten. None of them should have to see that. In fact, no one, f1 driver or not, should ever see or hear such horrible things that people are saying to or about them. The death threats???? Hello??? What the actual fuck were people thinking. The drivers are people too the fans of those drivers are people. Get a grip and don't fucking send death threats???? Is that really that hard to have basic human respect for other people???

I see hate so much. Be it in the comments of an edit on tiktok or on a fan page on Instagram. Even the drivers own comment section and the official F1 account. People. What the fuck. Be supportive of people, for goodness sake. Don't be dicks??? Is it so difficult to be nice to people? I can tell that, unfortunately, I'm going to be using that phrase a lot.

I want to see the positives in this sport too. I think with all of the hate, all the good things have been buried under the swathes of hate and pain ignorance in some cases. I want to read or watch a video on how driver A did something so well, even if it's small and insignificant in the overall. I really want to hear about the amazing defending, even if they did get overtaken eventually. I want to hear about them being so fucking happy with their Quali position. I want to hear them screaming down the radio when they get in the points. I want to hear the feedback on the drive, where things may have gone wrong, and even where people think things could have improved. I want to hear about the track and the conditions and how well everyone did and how the people and the fans and their teams are so proud of their achievements during the weekend.

The thing I do not want to see is - ew i hate driver B. EEK no driver C ruined everything. Driver D should crash into the barriers. DO YOU NOT REMEMBER WHEN THERE WERE COMMENTS HOPING DRIVERS WOULD DIE IN A CRASH. What the fuck is wrong with the people saying that???? That is NOT okay. EVER. Have you not seen how outraged Max Fewtrell was when someone said that they hoped Max V crashed and got hurt in his twitch chat room. He was furious. Saying how that wasn't okay and how fucked up it was to say something like that. Listen to Max for fucks sake please.

WE👏 DONT 👏KNOW 👏THEM👏.

They're public figures, and we only know the public side of them, not the side they reserve for behind closed doors. And for the fifth hundred time, we aren't entitled to know anything about them behind closed doors either. We dont have any ground to stand on to demand anything like that. Because who the fuck do you think you are to demand something like that. Seriously, some people need to understand that this ISN'T okay and the way these people are acting will NEVER be okay.

So just enjoy the sport.

Enjoy the drivers.

Enjoy watching their skills on the track.

Enjoy their interviews and their relationships together on and off the track.

Enjoy the side of them that we are allowed to see.

And stop hating unnecessarily.

Please, for the sake of the sport.

For the sake of the newer fans.

And for the sake of the drivers and their physical and mental health. You really need to think before you post. Think about the impacts it could have if something happens. Know that if your words are seen, that could be detrimental and how YOU played a part in something so horrible.

Thank you,

Ez

[the-100-days-of-junkan]

Day 35

This is not a false alarm dear audience, i actually have things to say about this one!

Would you believe that I have barely any memorabilia relating to Danganronpa. Because I barely believe that myself, you’d think with how obsessed I’ve gotten lately, along with this series having played a pretty big part in my life I would have way more expensive items purchased off of ebay at my disposal. Nope! I have a Plush Miu Keychain, a Monokuma bracelet, a few manga volumes, and if you count it, a Tokomaru Zine which came with some keychains and stickers. Which I now realize is the most substantial boost to what I own in months. 

I don’t own a single piece of Mikan or Junko merch, official or otherwise. Kind of an oopsie moment on my part, that said I was gonna buy some stuff way back, and then just didn’t because I have the memory of a small pebble . . . also because my transformers collection has slowly taken up most of my shelf space, BUT THATS BESIDES THE POINT! 

Anyway it was these Identity V Figures! I thought they were cute, and it’d be nice to put em next to each other. 

At the time when I was first looking at them they were 50 dollars each, meaning a total of 100. And I haven’t checked ebay since, because if i’ve learned anything being a Transformers Fan, it’s probably 200 together now. And I just fucking know I’ll still buy em.

Anyway, to make up for the severe lack of irresponsible financial choices in my life at that point in time, I drew art of the cute little chibi designs! Because I’m like half sure I didn’t realize they were based on designs from a mobile game crossover. I also colored this one after the fact cause the sketch was a bit of a fucking mess.

As soon as I get another proper bookshelf I’m gonna use it for 2 things. Putting my Fairy Tail collection in a nice arrangement. And Junkan Shelf. 

As always, Reblogs, Comments, and Little Notes in the tags are appreciated!~ They always make my day!~ 

[kaisam]

Some wise words from Hank Green to listen to right now. From the We're Here newsletter.

Hank's election thoughts Hello, It’s a special edition of We’re Here. I’m trying to get my head on straight right now, which I’m sure is the case for you. I remember realizing after the assassination attempt that there was a rationality to my scrolling…I felt like my picture of the future was no longer relevant, and I desperately wanted to have my new one put in place. Of course, scrolling in the hours after a big event doesn’t tend to provide that relief, but it makes sense that I wouldn’t know what else to do. Today, I see people scrolling for similar reasons. Those of us who did not want a second Trump term (it’s a very large majority, but if that’s not you, I’m still glad you like the newsletter) are trying to figure out a bunch of things at the same time: How exactly did this happen? Who should we blame? (whether voters or strategy or candidate or party) What do we do now? I am not a political scientist, so I cannot answer those first two questions for you. I’m sure there will be plenty of interesting analysis coming out of all of the people who think about this stuff for a living and we will never know exactly who was right. But I do have a couple of suggestions for the third thing. First, I’d ask that we all accept that it is normal to mourn an imagined future. I have had this feeling many times in my life, and it is never nice. So, grieve. That is human. Second, do things. I don’t know what those things are, but do things. This morning Katherine said to me, “The trees and the sky and the squirrels and the stars just go on, and that’s what we’ll do.” This reminded me of this bit of an essay on living under the shadow of nuclear war written by C.S. Lewis: “If we are all going to be destroyed by an atomic bomb, let that bomb when it comes find us doing sensible and human things praying, working, teaching, reading, listening to music, bathing the children, playing tennis, chatting to our friends over a pint and a game of darts—not huddled together like frightened sheep and thinking about bombs.” Obviously, Donald Trump is not an atomic bomb. Think whatever you will about him, but if “nuclear war now!” was the other candidate on the ballot, I would vote for Trump! But there is an analogy here. We are asked so often (especially by the internet) to shoulder every burden every day. Let me just say to you, that you do not need to shoulder every burden today. I think we will all be better served if today is for doing things that are close, things that we’ve gotta get done, things that bring joy, things that we care about. My answer to the question “What do we do now?” is simply “anything.” This is not the world I wanted to be in today, but it is not the end of America. Presidents are not dictators. There will be plenty of fights down the road, but some days you fight, and some days you live. I think there’s a pretty good chance that today is for living. We’re here because we’re here, Hank

[joons]

okay no wait, I'm so curious your thoughts on the elvis mythology! I'm trying to think of an example haha. anyway, thank you for that food for thought. your takes on elvis are so interesting and kind of a different perspective than I normally see

Thank you! That means a lot because I do love going into his psychology and thinking about how he thought about things. And I love being able to engage with Elvis stuff from all different angles!

I can think of a few - like there will be people who were close to him who make such absolute statements about him: he refused to wear blue jeans, he hated eating fish, he loved eating peanut butter/banana/bacon sandwiches, he was afraid of germs, he wouldn't sleep with women who were mothers. But not all of those are true for him 100% of the time, or they seem to be big outliers where no one else has reported anything like that. And as you read more, you can see moments where he behaves differently than these big eccentricities that people pin on him, and you have to think about why that might be. You pick up little clues that you can put together to figure out what he meant. Did he have an almost pathological dislike of blue jeans because they reminded him of his childhood poverty, or did he just tell one of his band members that because he had made a brusque joke about the guy wearing blue jeans in front of a bunch of people and wanted to find a way to apologize without apologizing? Was he covering up behavior he was ashamed of, or was he revealing the real shame that drove him to look his best and make sure his entourage looked their best too? Did he actually have an aversion to women after they had given birth (unlikely, since he had relationships with several mothers), or did he want to give Priscilla a reason for avoiding her that she couldn't work around, knowing that she always went overboard trying to change herself to get his attention and getting rid of things she thought were coming between them (his spiritual books/Larry Geller/etc.)? Was this just one of a long line of excuses he made for not truly being in love with her and not wanting to try anymore? Did he actually eat the same sandwich every day, or did he just make a big deal about it one time because it was Lisa's birthday and he wanted to fly her somewhere special? And the other stuff he did eat every day, did he do it because it was one of the few things in his life he had control over, and could extract comfort from, or did he do it because, as he told Larry, he wanted to make himself sick of it so that it would no longer be a temptation? And how much of these conversations are either hearsay or someone putting words in his mouth to absolve themselves of something that bothered them?

The long and short of it is that people have sometimes reported things he said or did without any surrounding context, or it gets stripped away when it's reported elsewhere, and we are left with these moments that don't make sense or tell us anything about him unless we see how he dealt with them throughout his life, around different people, and see him as a whole person and not the Elvis Image that he tended to embrace when it suited him and resent when it hurt him. A really great moment that I think shows how Elvis tended to approach things is reported by Steve Binder, where he said Parker was telling Elvis absolutely not to do something, and Steve felt like Elvis just kind of shut down and mumbled "yes" until Parker left, and then Elvis' eyes flashed and he turned to Steve and said, "Fuck him," and did what he wanted to do. He was a people pleaser! A huge one! He valued loyalty above honesty. He was willing to lie to people he cared about if he felt that it would avoid a confrontation, and sometimes that tipped into a selfish "I want to do things my way," and sometimes that tipped into a selfless "I want them to have everything I can give them." And he waffled between those extremes because of his own low self-esteem and loneliness. I'm! Screaming! About this! At all times! He is an unreliable narrator, he's such a bubble of emotions that pops with the slightly scratch, he's so complex that you are not sure if he wants the bubble to be an opaque shield or a transparent boundary that you can slip through. He was testing people all the time to know if he could trust them with his heart without expecting him to be the Elvis Image, telling them things that were an invitation and a challenge and an insult and a declaration of love all at once, and so much of the problem we deal with now is that people are still completely uninterested in these depths. I???? Love him??? And the things he can help us learn about ourselves??? Just by trying to see him as he really was????

I don't know, I just get very overwhelmed!!!!

[bitingcatshark]

BestFriendSimon Riley x Femreader (some suggestive NSFW)

< Distance >

Chapter 4

Ive gained sauce for the p(l)ot..

Simon's looking at his phone. Attentively. Brows furrowed as he motioned on the screen, zooming into the picture you posted. Who's that guy next to you? Why doesn't he know of him? What's his relation to you? He checks the tags, stalking into the profile of the mysterious individual. He's single, about the same age as you. He bit his thumb, staring into the distance before looking back down, hopping his leg. His heart felt like it has dropped just below himself. But he can't ask you, he just can't. How can he be possessive over you if you aren't even..his to begin with. Even if you showed yourself to him, your barest parts, even if you stared into his hues over the call, all doe-eyed while he pretended he didn't notice. If he acted out, there's no way to know how you'd react. He could just clench his jaw, and text you, "did you enjoy your day?"

You went out with one of your friends. He's close to you, but you never had any romantic interactions with him, you never saw him that way, only as a close friend who was there for you when you needed it. You decided to hang out, mostly because you wanted to talk about the whole thing with Simon. Due to your previous relationship, you doubted absolutely everything. He could have indirectly said he liked you too, but hell, you're not sure either. You confide in this friend of yours, who makes sure to offer his honest opinion to every single detail and word you recited from the chats between you and Simon. He mostly assures you that whatever you're experiencing is a positive sign, and you should absolutely not be overthinking things as you are.

"Are you sure? What if I'm just getting my hopes up?"

"You will literally never know unless you try. Besides, it's a good thing he wants to take things slow. It gives you time to work through your underlying issues."

He was right. This overthinking and fear stemmed from old wounds, and you needed to work through these, especially if you didn't want to hurt Simon. Simon..why did you have to be so far away?

You stepped out of the shower, wrapping your figure with a towel before reaching over for your phone to check your messages. You noticed Simon watched all your stories of the day and simply asked how your day was. Honestly, it was confusing, traversing through these confusing thoughts of yours. But you don't say that. "It was good! I went out with my friend to spend some time together and talk about stuff.." He probably won't reply soon, at that point. You brushed it off, dozing off into a deep slumber, unaware that Simon texted you a few times more, trying to squeeze out information about this guy, yet, deleted it all, fearing he might seem overbearing. The reality was just how he laid there, his thoughts filled with the fear of losing you to some skimpy guy. Was he good enough? Was he interesting enough for you? Did he make you laugh and smile like you did in the picture with that guy? His stomach turned, placing his palm on his forehead.

The following day, you checked the time, perhaps it wasn't a bad time to call Simon for once. Placing your phone onto your desk to face yourself and your torso, you ring him, and he answered as always.

"Hey there, how's it goin'?"

"It's all good here dummy, just thought I'd call you for a change. I missed looking at your big forehead." Simon covered his forehead, seemingly distraught, leaving you both laughing afterward.

Back and forth teasing, even carrying Soap into the conversation, absolutely pissing him off with your humor, causing him to take Simon's phone and run off with it, you still screaming as helpless as you are in that little phone.

After Soap left, it was just you and Simon again, occasionally giggling at whatever happened beforehand. You focused on something off camera, placing your hands on your hips, and Simon's eyes dwelled down to your chest. He pretended he was only replying to someone's text, but he was absolutely lost, memories flooding from that night. How it would be to just grip onto those hips as he bent you over and-

"Hey, Simon, focus! What are you doing?"

"Nothin'. Just replied to Soap, he asked me somethin'." A slight red hue followed. You pretended not to notice, but it made your heart beat just a little faster. Simon just grunted as he readjusted into his mattress, avoiding eye contact.

He watched you, the way you moved, the way you talked. And those eyes of yours, fuckin' damn. He hated it when you hid your face. Hiding all your pretty features from him. He made sure to appreciate every moment he had, to look, to memorize. This was the face he wanted to kiss, the face he wanted to watch as he held you down and..

The call already ended. But Simon can't stop thinking. He really, really wanted to meet you. He knew where you lived, you already bluntly showed him, mostly because you trusted him. Simon might just make a quick (very long) stop abroad. He couldn't wait to make sure people like your little friend knew exactly who you belonged to. You belonged to him, whether you believed it or not.

[variouspolltournaments]

Anti-Propaganda is not allowed. Please only give reasons to vote for something and not give reasons to vote against something.

Propaganda

Anneliese/Julian/Erika/Dominick:

I mean come on. Okay, so to be fair, they make it pretty clear that Julian is marrying Anneliese and Dominick is marrying Erika, but I've seen so many people over the years crop this picture so it just looks like Erika and Anneliese are getting married (with Serafina and Wolfie of course) and I totally get that, like I'm all for it, but I remember being a little kid and seeing this movie and my mom having to explain to me that they were not in fact all getting married together, like, to each other all four of them together. But it's just an idea that's stuck with me forever.

Because here's the thing you might go "oh well Julian and Dominick never had that much interaction, and well, Dominick and Anneliese have separate kingdoms to run so it wouldn't work out" and you're right, but Anneliese's kingdom was on the verge of bankruptcy and it's only saved in the end because she figured out the one mine in the kingdom that all the gold had been taken out of was still full of valuable geodes. But girl you cannot keep a kingdom afloat forever on one mine!!!!!

Please enter yourself and your prince consort Julian into a personally and politically beneficial polycule with the neighboring King Dominick and his lovely wife the new Queen Erika and join your kingdoms!!!

It'll all work out. So yeah I feel like for a lot of people who loved Princess and the Pauper growing up it would be like that Parks and Rec meme and it would be Julian saying "here's my wife Anneliese and that's her wife Erika and that's Erika's husband Dominick" (that's most of what I see online if I see any poly discussion in relation to this movie) but in my head all four of them are very close to each other it just took time. That's why they all went on the honeymoon together too, right 👀

Ichigo/Orihime/Ishida/Chad: In the series, they are the main characters, and they are always together. They are the humans who are constantly dealing with monsters from other worlds, and it’s usually just the 4 of them who deal with this stuff. They care about each other so much. They have experienced so much trauma together that has only strengthened their bond.

[starlitvesper]

My brain was exactly where yours is now, in like … summer of 2019 (Jesus Christ have I been doing almost exclusively ZADR stuff for 5 years now???). But then someone had a whole write up of how similar Zim and Dib are (they’re both the ‘family’ black sheep/fuck-ups, trying to make the people above them (who don’t care about them at all) proud/give them recognition*).

I’ve always figured that a few things happen before they end up romantically involved:

- Zim realizes his mission is a joke. He’s essentially left on earth with no purpose outside of continuing to just do the Human Life Milestone things

- Zim and Dib continue competing/butting heads, but they eventually get tired of fighting, while also realizing the other person is uniquely able to understand them.

- Fighting eventually transitions into willingly spending more time together. Zim realizes that spending more time with Dib eliminates the only actual threat to keeping his identity secret.

Maybe it’s just my weird experiences being a panromantic ace, but I will inevitably end up with crushes on my close friends. So I feel like, especially in a situation where Zim and Dib don’t end up with any larger friend groups, they’re going to be reliant on each other for most things, spending time mostly alone with each other … and it just kinda follows that feelings develop.

BARE MINIMUM they’re going to end up super enmeshed and codependent. Which is not the foundation for a HEALTHY relationship but like … I don’t think most people shipping ZADR view it as healthy. I love writing ways in which their messy, unhealthy, dysfunctional dynamic slowly becomes healthier as they start to actually work through all their shit.

Basically, most ZaDR shippers are looking at these two and going, “God they’d have the most dysfunctional relationship (and that’s interesting as fuck).” *goes back to listening to Turn and Lemon to a Knife Fight by The Wombats on repeat*

*That was a terrible sentence. Sorry. Today has melted my brain.

Honestly fuck this I might actually have to get help from yall because ZADR FEELS SO IMPOSSIBLE I CANT WRAP MY HEAD AROUND IT. Like the closest they can get there is being somewhat mutual with each other like they’re friends but they’re still eating each others faces off when something comes up (ultra competitive dynamic)

But like this is the only outcome I can think of if something even close would happen

I hope u like this little comic btw

[indianatumbleweedjones]

I barely have any followers (I appreciate ya'll though) but here goes anyway

If this post gets 10 notes I'll make an effort to drink 60 ounces of water per day

If this post gets 15 notes I'll start writing more consistently (at least 15 minutes a day)

If this post gets 30 notes I'll start writing poetry again

If this post gets 50 notes I'll start drawing and painting more

If this post gets 100 notes I'll start getting 8-9 hours of sleep a night and having a consistent sleep schedule

If this post gets 500 notes by June I'll start my fantasy inspired etsy store that I've wanted to start for years but never have

[rexscanonwife]

Concept sketch of my new JJBA self insert and her stand, BellaDonna (who will eventually be known as Madonna). Inspired by the song 'Like a Prayer' by...well, Madonna! @sapphire-heart-tippy

(lore dump under the cut, TW for mentions of animal injury and religious trauma)

My self insert (who will also go by Jane) grew up in a deeply religious family and tried to be a good jehovah's witness child that made her parents proud.

One day, she comes up with the power to heal various injuries and ailments, almost to the point of being able to revive the dead. She figures she's given this power by the lord himself and vows to do good with it, but when she's found using them to heal a bird that had been wounded by a cat, her mother falls into hysterics thinking that she MUST be possessed by the devil to have such abilities.

She's punished and shunned by her community while her mother prays for a cure and though she tries to repent her power doesn't seem to go away, so eventually her mother snaps and drags her into the wilderness and attempts to throw her to the bottom of an old well.

Her Stand, which had previously not manifested physically, appears then to cushion her fall and eventually she manages to pull herself out of the well with her Stand's help, who she now believes to be a guardian angel. But not wanting to return home, she runs away to face the world alone, growing jaded and bitter over time. She loses all of her faith, and the power to heal inverts itself, becoming a sort of poison. Something that LEECHES life, rather than heal it.

When she's an adult (my age irl so 25 I guess) she's made her way by becomes a bounty hunter/assassin using her Stand and eventually catches the attention of Dio. Who takes her in and explains to her what her Stand REALLY is, promising to teach her how to properly wield those powers if she agrees to serve him. She reluctantly takes his offer, but starts to see him as a familial figure, since no one else had ever tried to nurture or even accept her gift. Dio is the one who giver her Stand the name BellaDonna, after the deadly plant!

[scoops-aboy86]

You know what? You know who else loves that ‘doing co-dependent stuff but they’re not even dating, they should totally date’ shit?

Dustin. He’s just looking at Steve and Robin instead of Steve and Eddie.

So imagine one day he sits Steve down like, “Steve. Buddy. Longest of my older male friends.”

“It’s so weird that you call me that man, stop it.”

“Whatever, just listen to me.” And proceeds to go on a long, winding lecture about how when you spend all your time with someone, finish each other’s sentences, honestly seem to read each other’s minds half the time, that means something. He doesn’t mention Robin’s name because he knows Steve will shut him down the second he does, like always, so he keeps it general.

And he’s so damn pleased when a startled ‘oh’ of realization crosses Steve’s face because finally!! Progress!!

The next day, Steve is particularly antsy when he picks Dustin and the rest of the party up for a ride to Hellfire at Eddie’s new place. Dustin figures he's still hyping himself up to ask Robin out, so he makes sure to tell Steve all kind of supportive things, reassuring him that he looks good and he’s got this—to the point where Lucas and Mike keep giving him weird looks, but they wouldn’t understand, this is brother-to-brother stuff and all they have is sisters.

When they get to Eddie’s place Steve parks and comes in with them, which is a first. But Dustin knows that he and Eddie have been hanging out a lot lately, which is great! He probably wants an additional pep talk from his friend, and Eddie is great at getting people hyped up. Like, when Steve took them all to see Corroded Coffin play at the hideout a few weeks ago? Even Steve had been into it, let Eddie try and teach him how to head bang after the show and everything—and he doesn’t even like metal. So Steve asks Eddie if they can talk in the kitchen for a sec, and Dustin grins and flashes him a thumbs up.

And, you know, Dustin really feels like he has a part in this conversation, since the whole thing was his idea. He puts his stuff down at the table and only gets into a brief argument with Gareth about where they left off last week and what they should do next before trotting off towards the kitchen with the excuse of grabbing a soda.

He did not expect to walk in on his two favorite older male friends making out against the pantry. (… Okay maybe Steve is right, that does sound weird and he probably should stop calling them that, but that’s not the issue right now.)

They break apart just long enough for Eddie to pant, “Hey, Henderson… fucking thank you, man.”

Steve looks over his shoulder and shoots Dustin a happy grin. Like, the happiest Dustin has ever seen him look, ever. “Yeah, I never would’ve put two and two together without you, buddy. Now… get out.”

“This is great and all,” Dustin says, “but what about our game?”

“Out,” Steve repeats, while at the same time Eddie says, “Give me ten… fifteen minutes. And close the door behind you!”

So that’s a development. And, in retrospect… Dustin can see it.

They kind of make more sense together than Steve and Robin even, considering those two bicker like Mike does with Nancy while Steve and Eddie’s back and forth has always been like… Dustin doesn’t know, but some sort of something. An energy. A vibe. Maybe like that electricity Steve had been talking about, the first time they’d really talked back while looking for Dart.

… Whatever, Dustin is still claiming matchmaker bragging rights as soon as everyone else knows. For now, he has to go back to the game table and spin a worthy cover story to his compatriots about why dnd is going to start a little late.

you know what...my favorite steddie trope is actually "they aren't even dating...yet". love seeing the most ridiculous, homoerotic, and codependent shit slapped together in two sentences and then followed by they're not even dating. i eat it up every time, keep doing that shit🙌

[gothamsaved]

Iiiiiii get a little scared me going off on long tangents in replies will scare some rp partners away. On the other hand, I love digging into a muses thoughts and emotions and especially for someone like Bruce, he has a lot going on in there while he also doesn’t typically say much unless he’s out actively socializing. It’s a strange thing where I’m still trying to find a comfortable balance or way to write both the Bat and Bruce, while making them sound like the same guy and also different, without smacking my head into a wall and overthinking things too much.

[bunnyboy-juice]

spent the first hour and change at work deleting some old files and am having a grand ol time laughing at myself for not realizing i was a lesbian sooner

[vaguely-concerned]

just going about my day idly contemplating how some of the ways hawke can interact with a romanced anders are not at all unlike how they interact with leandra (and a bit of carver too, especially with a purple hawke), and then thought about my hawke in the timeline where he romances anders and was hit straight in the face with 'was he ever actually in love, or was he just desperately trying to renegotiate with his mother's ghost in any way he could' and now i need to lie down. this is the power of dragon age 2

[faaun]

it's just not going to work it feels bad but it has to happen but breakups that happen when nothing in particular has gone wrong and it's just an issue of like...paths in life/compatibility etc etc, where otherwise you actually rly do love the person, are so hard !! like i care for u i still want to be ur friend it just wont work in a romantic way !!

[legolasghosty]

🐑 Alternate Universe- Magic, Mutual Pining, Demonic possession, Furbies

Oh dear...

Alex is attending one of the most prestigious magic academies in the country, on the orders of his parents of course. Even though Laiz Fier Academy reviles even the name of the only type of magic he's ever been good at. His parents swore he'd find another specialty here, and he'd let himself believe them, like the idiot he is. He's scraping by in classes. Barely. At least he's managed to make a couple of friends and figure out how to sneak into the library stacks to find books that will actually help him hone his skills.

However, Alex realizes now there's a reason why it's not recommended to do your first summoning alone. Because, while he does manage to summon a demon, it doesn't exactly end up in the silvery urn he'd laid in the center of the pentagram.

So now he has a talking, demonic Furby to hide. One that, despite its too-wide eyes and disconcertingly smooth voice, Alex thinks he might be developing feelings for.

(Fake fic ask game!)

[minwilder]

show tempe gang crossover with the morris islanders would actually have been the best episode of bones ever. btw