#fucks up all the shit and walks away

[fyllophobia]

think fast! surprise trust fall

[timetravelstudies]

This got long and annoying so its under a cut now

The way in the fight w the museum director insul gets the same big injuries he has given trianon (so far), aand particularly the ones that T thinks back on often as specific sources of fear/humiliation/control (pepper sprayed in the eyes; kicked in the balls; choked with smth small and thin ((wire / car window)))….. im too tired to formulate a proper Thought abt this but the fact this all happens right in front of tjat one painting of dante & virgil in hell + insul and the director are in the exact same pose right as insul is about to die* is obviously so meant to evoke the idea of contrappasso….. at this stage trianon isnt “””strong””” enough (doesnt understand Insul enough and most importantly doesnt fully inhabit himself and his own strengths) to be able to pay back Insul’s violence (as he does later, though not in such a literal way anymore) so tje director will do for now🥰 bc they both need to descend into hell they both need to be subject to physical and psychological violence in order to strip down layers……. so its cool how the director serves that purpose for this phase 1 both in story for insul himself (who eats shit in this fight) and also as a sort of alert for the reader like make no mistake they are BOTH gonna get put thru the ringer. even the top has to wade through cocytus! or smth

[akimojo]

i've seen a lot of dumb ff13 takes, but "why didn't the party just kill barthandelus and leave" has to be the stupidest one to date oh my god

[transmechanicus]

I get a little indignant when i look up the lyrics for a song that has very straightforward and understandable meaning to anyone who has experienced a modicum of emotional pain in their life and there are websites like "Song Lyrics Explained" like ohhh some people have never had their heart broken I see.

[liquidstar]

oc req i got from a friend on cohost for these two hanging out! which eventually turned into me thinking "what if this is just saiph walking up to ramus unprompted on Guild Beach Day, but ramus fully forgot who he was since they last met" and that concept was funny enough to me that thats what the drawing became

but still, here's an edited (technically original) version under the cut bc i think eventually they start to talk for real anyway lol

[itshomobirb]

if my parents keep talking to me im going to (remembers that suicide jokes are bad for mental health) go outside and dig a hole to narnia

[elliscousland]

okay so tonight I sat down & drew & scribbled a bunch of drafts in my notebook to decompress and it definitely helped. It was really difficult to write at home but I think being in the mountains & hiking and spending time with loved ones has helped me a lot. I’m supposed to go home Wednesday & I’m going to see how going home affects me, but I’m hoping that I will be able to do some writing & engage in my hobbies when I get home ❤️

[mishkakagehishka]

"We're old moms, we can't wait to stop breastfeeding so we can get [very excited, shrill even] botooooox!!!"

We are never making it out of the patriarchy.

[chisungie]

always been a big fan of tiny little shimejis but desktop mate has elysia.. how could i not give it a try🥺

[natandacat]

I dont even want to mark the anniversary but im already feeling so much dread and this is adding to it. The first year was the worst for sure, but year 3 rolling around is just. 3 years. 3 years. And it keeps getting worse. I never could have predicted the past 6 months even at my more pessimistic. I don't know how to get out of what happened. I can't go back. Mostly because it can happen again. It may get even worse. There's no safety. Even more so because there's no acknowledgement of what happened. Adapted transport won't even agree not to send buses anymore. Doesn't matter they left me unresponsive on the fucking street last time. The hospital never took accountability for what they did to me. Nothing. I have this impulse to shake everyone I see and scream "do you know what happening to me". This pandemic is fucked up. I wanna survive it. I don't wanna be a fucking number. I'm not even gonna be counted as a fucking number because now that covid crippled me, it can kill me without raising anyone's eyebrow. How convenient. I'm just gonna be another cripple that proves to abled people that they're safe from covid. Doesn't matter that I was abled 3 years ago.

[calithal]

i want the whump wheel gimme the whump wheel (pls ♥)

whump wheel -> cj emotions, accepting!  ༄

temporary character death.

                she’s  given  the  slip  already,  to  everyone.  their  names  and  faces  rattle  off  in  cj’s  mind,  btu  she  doesn’t  get  tugged  into  the  spinning  tornado  of  memory.  it  shakes  and  tips  on  its  side  unsteadily.  somewhere,  there’s  a  party  meant  to  trap  her.  cj’s  not  there  anymore.  honestly,  she  still  can’t  stop  running.  there  was  a  moment  in  auradon  where  her  and  freddie  had  settled.  stolen  a  ship  just  for  them,  pushed  the  fuckwad  in  charge  off  board  and  laughed.  but  then  it  had  been  …  peace,  in  the  violence  of  it.  there’s  none  of  that,  anymore,  and  cj  doesn’t  have  time  to  mourn  because  their  eyes  could  still  be  on  her.  she  just  moves,  the  rest  of  her  quaking  with  every  pound  of  her  foot  to  the  ground.  it’s  why  she’s  going  fast,  and  quiet,  looking  behind  her  when  she  can  spare  a  moment.  and  she  really  fucking  can’t,  because  they  all  know  her.  she  thinks  about  harry,  and  how  he  grabbed  her  when  he  found  her.  she  can’t  get  out  of  that  again.  

                so,  cj  doesn’t  know  where  she’s  going,  but  she  is,  her  mind  tying  itself  in  ceaseless,  tangled,  tearing  knots.  she  runs  the  same  bloodied  circles,  they’re  gonna’  get  me.  they  are.  she  has  nothing  fucking  else.  but  it’s  the  isle,  she  supposes  that’s  all  anyone  has.  it’s  the  isle.  and  they  dragged  her  all  the  way  back  here.  no  barrier,  what’s  stopping  her  from  leaving  again?  she  could  go,  freddie  would  come  too,  and  they’d  never  get  caught  again.  she  could  go,  she  could.

                there  is  something,  she  finds.  red  and  orange  flame  against  the  black  of  the  night.  except,  there’s  stars  now.  stars  and-  and  maddy.  she’s  right  there.  cj  freezes,  kept  enough  distance  that  she’d  know  if  the  cat  leapt  forward,  to  get  her  too.  there’s  two  voices  in  her,  one  that  says  maddy  had  always  been  hers,  and  one  that  says  so  much  has  changed.  maddy  could  be  anything  now.  nina  used  to  be  hers,  and  now  she  was-

                there’s  a  roaring  in  her  ears,  not  from  maddy.  it’s  quiet,  here,  instead.  when  they  both  just  look  at  each  other,  staring,  and  cj  doesn’t  know  what  to  do  because  she  needs  to  keep  moving  because  they’ll  know-  they’ll  know  if  she  stops.  she’s  had  her  moment,  to  eat  maddy  up  with  her  eyes,  and  now  to  swallow.  there’s  so  much  cj  can’t  touch,  that  she  hadn’t  thought  about  in  years  because  she  could  never  come  back  to  what  she’d  left  behind.  and  now,  she  still  can’t.  cj  can’t  fucking  do  anything.  she’s  stood  still  for  so  long,  she  needs  to  move-  

                the  cat  does  leap,  thumps  against  her  chest  sudden  enough  that  even  with  panic-blown-wide  eyes  cj  lets  out  a  stupid  little  sound.  maddy’s  arms  fasten  hers  against  her  side,  causing  cj  to  wriggle  and  fuss  and  the  words  finally  come  out,  her  breathing  cutting  into  them  so  sharp,  like  little  shards  of  glass.    “  no-  no,  stop.  you  don’t-  you  don’t  know-  you  don’t  know  what  i  did,  you  can’t-  get-  get  off  me.  ”    getting  her  nerve  back,  cj  shoves  her  off.  a  force.    “  get  the  fuck  off!  ”    she  had  crept  up  to  a  volume  coming  from  her  chest,  desperate  and  potent.  she  doesn’t  know  yet,  that  she’ll  never  want  to  touch  her  again,  after  this.  she  doesn’t  know-    “  you  don’t  fucking  get  it.  ”    it  comes  out  like  spit,  cj  throws  herself  against  the  brick  wall  behind  her,  sliding  down  and  hoping  for  scars.    “  you  can’t,  you  don’t  know-  you  don’t  know  what  i  did.  to-  to  you,  and  to-  to  everyone.  i  had  to,  i  had  to  do  it.  you  can’t  understand.  ”

[neverendingford]

along the same line as the whole "why do you need to know someone's autistic before you stop bullying them for their autistic traits?" thing I've seen floating around

apologizing for it once you know is meaningless. it doesn't change the fact that you deliberately mocked someone for their behavior.

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a customer mocked my stutter and I've lost all patience with that so I looked him in the eyes and said "I have a speech disability" and he immediately got all apologetic and was like "I wasn't making fun of you". Bro yes you were. you didn't realize you were making fun of a disability I've spent my entire life struggling with, but you were nonetheless.

just because you don't know you're being an asshole doesn't mean you're not being an asshole. you can apologize but I'm not going to forgive you.

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

I DONT THINK THIS IS A GOOD IDEA but i also REALLY want it to happen so. i will keep reading as usual

[jackass-jones]

Was having so much fun replaying p3p that I forgot that this game is bad lol

[bitegore]

ngl i think i kind of was a genius for being like 'yeah this character is a scary killyou cannibal scary killer who scary kills you' and then realizing that the way my worldbuilding works out is that there's a nonzero chance that if you leave literally any body parts over they can just come back, depending on what they believe in their heart of hearts can kill them. Of course she'd start eating her kills. She probably tried normal stuff first and then realized it didn't work and she had to try harder if she wanted to actually keep them dead.

[the-little-crab-in-your-pocket]

Idk I just think that treating your child as less-than on the basis of them being your child (whom you are responsible for having) is kind of very shitty