#i am FEELING.

[venstm]

“I wish I understood you. You’re so far away from me, and maybe you have been this entire time.” Shen’s eyes are distant, merely glazing over Zed’s face as if he is only elements in a painting & not the full picture. “If I understood you, I’d feel… but instead, you turn away from me time and again. This is not justice, Zed, do you not see?”

Understood. With Shen’s recognition and the inherent trust the two of them had nurtured in their days as disciples he had only ever felt understood beside him. In reality, much of the man Zed had become was molded by those very two hands. To stand across from him now those two strides become impossibly vast. All that had tethered them together was disintegrating before his very eyes and as he looks on in unspoken grief he is bestowed a revelation: perhaps that had never been the case. He harbors guilt and sorrow with a solemn grace ingrained in him by the kinkou, an impenetrable facade, knowing that this is the only way Shen will be spared from the truth. Is it absurd that even now, as they walk antithetical paths, that Shen occupies such a place in his mind. ❝ What is there left to understand ? ❞  wisps of darkness seethe in his gaze, a roiling tide that obscures all that dwells beneath it. Was it regret that ate at him ? carrion birds pulling tendons taut with their impatient hunger or anguish that becomes a bottomless well of gelid water ? Hate me, he behests. Would ruin not come to the tenuous balance his father had tirelessly safeguarded if that truth was divulged ? Shen, who had devoted himself to that cause .. what vestiges of him might remain in the aftermath of it ? It was selfishness that dictates his answer, casting his tone into rancour. ❝ Justice ? ❞ it was a rancid taste, he spits it out with bile and vitriol. ❝ the balance you seek to protect allows death to claim the innocent, who should the fallen thank for your negligence ? ❞ His lips draw back, every nerve ending seared by the enmity that churns between them. He doesn’t hate Shen, this was a far more complicated emotion than that.  ❝  I have seen enough to know where your path forward leads us. ❞ Zed’s eyes narrow, every incendiary word hurting him as much as he intends for it to hurt Shen. ❝and I am no longer wilfully blind to the truth, Shen.❞ even if Shen confronts him, silences him with a hand around his throat, he would invite it, accept it. ❝  I cannot be like you.❞ 

[inbabylontheywept]

so once me and my wife were watching a documentary where a snake ate like a million eggs. that snake just went to fucking town on eggs. and the snake made the eggs look so good that i kept thinking about it, and thinking about it, and thinking about it, and eventually it was 11pm and i ran out of willpower and decided to eat one (1) singular raw egg just to prove to myself that the snake was surely a liar.

the snake was not a liar. texture is like, super important to me and raw eggs are very Texture so i had another one, and then another one, and then another one, and eventually i ran out of eggs.

i had like, fifteen raw eggs.

i didnt really know how to explain this momentary madness to my wife, so my Plan was to put all the eggshells into a grocey bag, and then throw that grocery bag in the dumpster, and if she never noticed that would be Excellent and if she noticed immediately i could lie and say that the eggs went bad.

except i cant lie very good, and of course with murphys law being such, i got salmonella.

so i threw up a lot and my wife asked me what poisoned me so and i tried very hard to dodge the question but i was oozing shame like oil from a room temperature cheese and eventaully i gave in and told her everything and to her enormous credit she was more flabbergasted than actually upset. she did make me promise to not eat any more raw eggs, which i have stuck to, and she gives me weird looks during nature documentaries now as if desire was the only thing keeping me from eating thousands of pounds of krill anyway i made a joke earlier about being able to eat my age in eggs and my sister in law in law made a drawing to comemorate the moment and also because it was my birthday. she's excellent. thank you 10000000% @cintailed. you should all visit her page and admire her work.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.

[etherealspacejelly]

sometimes you just have to let yourself be a bit neurodivergent.

i hate going out, it gives me a lot of anxiety and sensory input that i dont like, and i am often forced to talk to people.

so i do this thing on more difficult days, or sometimes just for fun, where i "bring a fictional character with me". i walk and imagine Fictional Character walking next to me. they talk to me, reassure me, hype me up, whatever i need them to do.

today dean winchester came christmas shopping with me. he went over the list with me of stuff i needed to get, told me i was doing a good job every time i finished in a certain shop, reminded me to take a deep breath when i got a little overwhelmed.

and yea. its kinda silly. and i know its just me talking to myself in a different voice, but it Works! especially since all of my special interests/hyperfixations tend to be tv/movie related.

so do what you gotta do to Get Shit Done. stop holding yourself to neurotypical standards. if you need Fictional Character to tell you you're doing a good job, do it! if you need Favourite Singer to walk you to school, do it! yea it might feel silly but you're literally fighting against your own brain to get stuff done every single day. you can have a little self indulgent daydream, as a treat.

[skrunksthatwunk]

see 0 note flop posts aren't that bad when they're personal but 0 note fandom posts feel literally so bad. like if you don't wanna play toys with me anymore just say that. i'll pack up my super cool awesome things and go and i'll sit on the other side of the playground by myself and i won't even look at you. fuck

[adaarsvitaar]

reminder to myself and whoever else needs it to stop feeding the machine. I'm aware I'm yelling into the void but look at the past couple years of games. They're pushing $70, $80, $100!!! for games that are completely unfinished, unpolished, and sometimes completely unplayable. Yes the game showcases were cool. The doom game looks sick and I don't even go there, but they're shaking the shiny keys to distract you and get you swept up in the hype. They're going to push so much fomo marketing to get you to jump for it full price.

Wait for sales. Wait and buy a used copy. Hell, wait a couple days (even hours!!!) after launch and reviews and breakdowns will start coming out. Our game backlogs are already packed, and mr big AAA studio can deal with some of us waiting to see if they actually delivered what was promised.

[lanschpaket]

CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS LITTLE DETAIL DURING THE SESBIAN LEX SCENE?!

THAT VI GOES ON HER TIP TOES?!?!

JUST SO SHE CAN NUZZLE HER FACE INTO CAIT'S SHOULDER?!?!?

[caffeinatedopossum]

Me when I remember something I said ages ago that was wrong or my values no longer align with

[spookberry]

🌲 Oregon Miku 🌲

[absentlyabbie]

no multi option, agonize and choose, no results option, pick one to find out or scroll onward

[tooquirkytolose]

Happy Mexican Independece Day from Hatsune Mikuacana

[hinamie]

trick or treat!

[bacchuschucklefuck]

couldnt draw my thang for mid-autumn so treated myself to a calne redesign instead

[aphel1on]

i have such a love for characters who descend into madness or villainy out of deep, deep empathy. characters who fundamentally cannot cope with the cruel realities they find themselves in and blow up about it in spectacular fashion. fallen angel type characters with tears of outrage in their eyes. characters who break before they bend, and break so badly they splatter blood all over their noble ideals. every variation on it gets me so good

[give-soup-please]

raise a glass to the posts you love that end up deleted. to the fanart and fanfics you lose track of and can't locate. to the blogs you used to look through that ended up unexpectedly disappearing. to the things you didn't archive because you always assumed they'd be there.

[canonkiller]

god I fuckign love ocs. my characters. my friend's characters. the characters of mutuals ive never spoken to. the characters of artists ive followed and maybe spoken to a little more. the characters of complete strangers I see in passing and think "aw that's cool". if you have ten fans I am one if you have one fan it is me etc etc. I love you