#i am in shock and incredibly fucked

[sea-buns]

on my hands and knees pleading that no one dies in the 5 hours of gameplay tonight

i can handle emotion devastation of any other kind. yall wanna lose a limb? get forcibly separated? captured? go for it. i love that for you. what i DONT love is team zero clerics already split up no revivify fucking beefing it so hard it adds an hour to the episode and removes 10 years off my lifespan.

[asyipyip]

jesus christ episode 5 of arcane was so fucking good

[optiwashere]

Needed to lay down and try to sleep for longer than an hour today, and in doing so I blearily looked at general fandom tags because I wanted to see silly fanart.

Instead I got hit full-force with reality of so much drama over the wildest little shit. I've been cursed with sight.

I have also never been happier to stay in my own bubble away from... all of that.

All that to say, I'm keeping this blog free of more stuff like this but holy fuck it hit me like a freight train. All this drama exhausts me and I don't know how anyone keeps up with it. I prefer to think of this place as the equivalent of a cabin in the woods, one where I emerge every few days with a few thousand words for people to devour with their eyes.

[mysecret-hideout]

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[greenerteacups]

hello!!! i wanted to ask if Lionheart will mirror canon so there will be 7 books, or if you’ll extend the story to eighth year and their early careers!!! also, would you be ok with sharing if Lionheart will be a HEA or nah? 😭 i love you, i love your work 💖

Ah, thank you, you're so sweet! As of right now, my plan is to cover seven books, ending with the conclusion of the Second Wizarding War (whatever that looks like). The summary sort of tells you up front: Draco Malfoy meets a girl on a train, and then he ends a war. That's it, that's the story.

[claratyler]

what did pj do /genq

he posted a video with pewdiepie a few days ago. Needless to say it gave me whiplash to see that in my youtube recommendations.. but it's more shocking to me to see that everyone was enjoying the video in the comments. or that here on tumblr, people have continued to post about pj completely ignoring the fact that he's out here collabing with Mr Notoriously Racist Youtuber

[dazais-guardian-angel]

Break 🤝 Ebisu - waiting for years to die and then realizing when the time comes that they want to live...

anon i don't know who you are or what prompted you to send this, but....... yes, I suppose? but also Ow why did you have to make me think of this

[californiaquail]

i'm so remarkably bad at math that when i took the college math placement test (which i had to take due to failing algebra 2 in high school) i managed to fail the arithmetic half and scrape by on the algebra/trig/whatever else half. then after retaking and passing that i spent maybe a week in the college algebra class constantly on the verge of a numbers induced mental breakdown before i went to my advisor and got changed to the easiest possible math for dummies who have no aspirations and just want the bare minimum degree. so that's why i didn't do something useful like the chem/physics heavy pre vet track or a cool degree like neuroscience or astronomy because i am allergic to math

[trashquisitor-shirozora]

Will I ever be done ranting about the things I love from your fics? The jury’s still out, but today I’m thinking about the differences in the way Luke and Din express the importance of one another. Luke is comfortable voicing that stuff out loud. Outright telling Din that he dreams about him, that he thinks about their time on Vos 3 when he’s overwhelmed, that focusing on Din in the Force helps him settle his mind. Meanwhile Din is a man of few words and he has trouble expressing his thoughts and feelings as such, but his actions scream how much he feels with naming his ship after their time together, and keeping the blindfold safe and with him through the months and his fierce protectiveness of a man who’s more than capable of keeping himself safe. I just love them your honor

*crawls out of the hot messes that are RL and NaNo and flops on these words*

I lovelovelove all the different ways people show who they are and who other people are to them through their words and actions and even just thoughts. I love the idea that Luke is more expressive and open and balances Din's preference and habit of doing and showing rather than speaking. I love thinking how much they'd appreciate each other's love language, how freely Luke expresses it to Din and how carefully Din shows it to Luke. And I love the challenge of imagining and writing how they could and would express themselves to each other based on who they are and what we know about them.

Honestly, I will never stop talking about reading bell hooks in high school and being taken in by what she wrote about love (in this case, romantic love since we're talking about a ship lol). It's the idea that perhaps we'd all be better off if we treated love as an active thing, a verb, a choice and decision made every moment and every day, rather than some passive thing we fall into, that we let happen. It really moved me epsecially as a young idiot ace, and every shipfic I've written since always tried to keep that idea in mind.

I think that's a big part of the appeal of Din and Luke as a relationship and a partnership. I just love imagining all the ways they'd bond, the ways they'd choose to keep being near each other, the ways they'd show their love and respect for one another. They have different yet compatible ways of expressing their love and respect for each other, and I just think that's fucking neat.

*bonks own head* yep the feels are still super strong in this one

[sunset-synthetica]

scariest thing in the wowlrd when i hear a comic book show tries to have a character with did

Completely valid tbh, I was scared for my life when I started watching it.

I feel like the show did portray DID better than shit like. Split or whatever the fuck that movie was. Which is already a low bar but still.

It does take creative liberties with its portrayal, such as most of the alters having unique powers, but from what I understand, it's not offensive or in any way an attempt to villainize the disorder with its portrayal. It is not demonized and is actually shown to be a complex matter that's not inherently bad or incredibly cool, but just IS. Instead of like. Okay she has superpowers and also is weeeeeird and craaaaaaazy, which is what I expected when I started the show, having only known thar this is a superhero show with a mentally ill character and that Can't End Well.

Jane's DID is not invalidated in any way or treated as some awful and evil thing, it just... exists? It causes conflict all through out the show, but it's treated with normalcy and understanding and afaik the only character who even implies she should get "cured" (become one person) is the villain. It's never implied to be evil or made up, as opposed to the feeling of otherness media often tries to give to DID.

The show also got rid of the Crazy Jane nickname she goes by in the comics, which is a smaller detail but it's good.

I also think Jane's trauma is handled very well, and it's something I feel qualified to voice my opinion on instead of reiterating stuff I've heard from actual systems. I don't want to go into details, but TLDR she was abused by her father and in general had an incredibly rough life. The way it's handled across multiple seasons is very nice and refreshing to see, given how much victim blaming and "pull yourself up by your bootstraps" shit often shows up when trauma is discussed this heavily. I like how her being traumatized and having an incredibly difficult time 'dealing' with it is treated with compassion by the narrative AND the other characters.

The process of healing from trauma and learning to live with it to the best of your abilities is shown to be an incredibly difficult and lengthy one, and made me, personally, very happy to see.

Ultimately, while I don't have DID myself, I have talked to systems who have watched the show, and it seems the consensus is that, aside from the superpowers and different make up/hair styles that appear when their respective alter is fronting, the portrayal is actually respectful and not offensive, and shows that the writers care about it.

[fandomsfreezeandcreationsburn]

For me

[onedirecton]

[g0dr0t]

this is fucking crazy my debt is gone and then some because one person decided to be Nice and help me out. What the fuck faith in humanity being restored a little

[weezerlvr228]

It's giving the...main character syndrome. like who tf does she think she is??? Y/N???

NO OH MY GOSH ANON. LET ME TELL YOU. LET ME FRIGGIN TELL YOU.

[spark-lapis]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers

Well! Last night I was able to finally draw a scene from an amazing fanfiction that has been haunting me (/pos), and I really really love how it turned out, and so did the author of the fanfic (who I promptly sent it to!)!!

Another thing that uplifts my mood in recent days is seeing people write passionate summaries and essays for their favorite characters, songs, and stories— and seeing that people liked mine! I've genuinely checked out a few of them because of "poll propaganda" and it's the main reason I still follow so many tournament poll blogs!!

A third thing I love is the mundane and insignificant! I love it when there are small tells of life all around me! Wilting flowers, caterpillars, cracks in the pavement, rust stains on the bottom of a pan, misshapen fruits. Recently I took several photographs of an egg I accidentally dropped on the ground. I found it really beautiful and enriching.

For my fourth thing, I guess I'd have to say my clothes! I have a lot of clothes I like now, and that I've picked out myself, which is very cool as someone who grew up on hand-me-downs.

And for my fifth thing, my collection of things people have made or bought for me. My room is full of plushies and handcrafted ornaments and other decorative objects that store a lot of sentimental memories. My phone is full of drawings and pictures of the same.

I'm not really comfortable sending anyone chainmail personally, but this was fun, thank you! If anyone is interested in participating and wishes I had sent this to them, you are absolutely welcome to reblog from here and add on, or make a new post and @ me as if this were a tag game!

[thebestandworstdayofjune]

i'm down on my knees, i wanna take you there

summary: you are suiting up for your first mission, the only problem being everyone "forgot" (intentionally withheld) this information from Logan wc: 2.3k a/n: thank you thank you so much for all of your support about my other Logan fic!! I am really enjoying writing for him, and have a few ideas for this Logan as well as some for Worst!Wolverine aka Deadpool 3!Logan as well! More info about empath!reader's powers and her role at the school in this one <3 warnings: slight (incredibly) slight angst, protective!Logan, a bit of a hurt comfort vibe, Ororo, Scott and Jean are meddlers this is the previous fic with these two, not required reading at all, though!

The leather was cool and surprisingly soft against your skin. There had never been reason for you to have to accompany a mission requiring one of the suits before, and you were shocked at how comfortable the uniform was. Typically, when you were asked to help with a mission, you were there for intel. Scope the place out, get a read on the general vibe of the place. Your powers didn’t provide the same level of protection as laser eyes or a strong regenerative healing factor. You would typically arrive with Rogue, in clothes from your own closet and one of the least fancy cars from the garage. You would slip in, get your read, and get out. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to help, you just lacked the training that the other members of the team had. And after all, someone had to stay back to mind things at the school. When Charles had approached you a few months ago about some possible applications for your mutation that would come in handy on missions, you’d been hesitant. It was so outside of your comfort zone to load yourself onto a jet that you’d never even considered the possibility. You were far more comfortable in the library where you held English classes for the students, or helping Charles keep students calm while exploring their powers. Neither scenario included the possibility of a lot of violence. 

Ororo helped you finish zipping yourself into the suit, smoothing her hands along the sleeves before giving you a final nod of approval. Jean and Scott granted you small smiles and you did your best to look as confident as you knew they felt. 

They’d promised it was a simple mission, the kind they usually took students on when Charles felt they were ready to join the team, if that’s what they decided to do after wrapping up their schooling. Charles had heard word of a young mutant who had some kind of telekinetic powers and had recently had an eruption while at school. Everyone agreed that it would be best to find them and convince them to return to the school for some training with as little force as possible, only expedited by the fact that Charles had found them hungry and afraid after running away from home using Cerebro. In the past, the kids had been resistant due to huge amounts of fear, causing them to lash out. You knew they were right that your powers would be useful at times like these, and if you were able to help in any way you were inclined to. 

“The fuck do you think you’re doing to her?” You sighed. It wasn’t that you were all conspiring to keep this a secret from Logan. It wasn’t a discussion that you’d had to agree on group espionage. It just seemed that all of you had a sort of understanding that it might be better to ask forgiveness rather than permission. Not that you needed permission. 

Logan looked furious, and what’s worse, he felt furious. You and Charles had been working to extend your powers over further distances, no longer needing to touch someone directly to know how they feel. Though it certainly doesn’t hurt matters. You’d sensed him upstairs, seemingly pacing around and seething. You’d hoped one of the kids had gotten on his nerves, or something on tv had set him off. You could see that was foolish now. 

“We aren’t doing anything to her,” Scott had his visor on, blocking his eyes from view, but you didn’t need to see to know that he was rolling his eyes. “She’s chosen to accompany us on a mission.” 

“A small mission!” Ororo chimed in, doing her best to give Logan a reassuring smile. 

You checked back in with his aura. Still furious. But it was a nice try, you supposed. Logan’s hackles were raised, his chest heaving. This certainly wouldn’t do. “Can I have a moment with you,” you glanced around the room, briefly meeting the other three mutant’s eyes. “Alone?” 

Logan was still staring daggers at Scott. He wasn’t even the one who suggested you were ready to come along. Jean and Charles had approached you this morning. You laid a hand against his arm, hoping to lead him out of the room, but he flinched away. The pang in your heart was immediate. Did he really think you were so callous that you would ever use your powers without his express permission, or some kind of emergency. You could feel the tears starting to gather in the corner of your eye, your arms wrapping protectively around your midsection. 

Jean slipped one arm through Scott’s and took Ororo’s hand with her other, gently leading them out of the room. “We are going to check a few things with the jet, last minute.” She began to hustle them out of the room. “Call if you need anything!” 

The door shut firmly behind them, and you were left alone with Logan, who looked like he was going to start shaking. “I wasn’t going to-”

“You don’t think I know that?” You can’t help but recoil. You have never been afraid of Logan, even when it may have been in your best judgement to be wary, and you still aren’t. But you can’t deny that it hurts when he snaps at you. Especially when you thought, well. You thought you were growing close. You started to turn away, but before you could, a warm hand caught ahold of your arm. “I’m not… fuck.” He took a heaving breath, shaking his head as if he could clear whatever thoughts were bothering him. “I’m not mad.” 

Despite the serious energy of the conversation, you couldn’t help the incredulous look you shot his way. He tried his best to hide it, but you could see the corner of his mouth turning up at you. “Fine, I’m not mad at you.” 

“You know, you really can’t be mad at anyone, they were just doing-” you were cut off when you fell Logan’s hand traveling down your arm, and pushing your sleeve up gently from where it was covering your hand. He slipped his hand into yours and you felt yourself relax a bit. “Just, take a look, yeah?” 

“Are you sure you want me to?”

“I trust you, bub.” You searched his eyes for any sign of hesitancy, but all you found was trust. Complete and utter trust. You nodded, tightening your own grip on his hand. Doing your best not to let the gentle rub of his thumb against your knuckles distract you, you took a deep breath and opened yourself up to his feelings. 

At first you did feel anger, bright red and hot. You sifted past it, steeling yourself. The first time you had encountered such strong anger, you had felt as if you were going to collapse. But you were stronger now, more prepared to deal with these kinds of feelings. The anger was strong, but also surprisingly shallow. In the depths of his emotions, Logan was worried. Terrified. A deep dark purple that made your own hands shake. His grip on your hand tightened, effectively drawing you back to yourself. There was more, a soft inviting pink that you didn’t dare to touch and shiny bright gold, which told you he was proud. 

You opened your eyes, fighting back the heat you felt creeping onto your cheeks. His expression hadn’t changed, pure trust and tenderness. It should have been disarming, or at the very least surprising. Logan wasn’t so open and honest with people. But the two of you had always had different expectations for the other. 

You couldn’t help it, a smile crept over your features. “You’re proud of me?” 

He rolled his eyes, but his smile only grew. He took your free hand in his, pulling you in closer. “I’m always proud of you.” He hesitated for a brief moment, and you did your best to bite your tongue. You could tell Logan had been making an effort to open up lately, and not just to you, but that didn’t make prolonged silences and easier to bear. “I know it’s not my place to demand anything of you.” 

“You’re my… friend.” You cut him off, wincing at the pause. It didn’t feel like the time to pressure him into labeling whatever feelings may be floating around. “And I always want to hear my friend’s opinions. What’s bothering you so badly?” 

“I could hear your heartbeat from upstairs.” Your eyes grew wide, too shocked to try to school your expression. Logan had told you several times that he had learned to block out his enhanced hearing when he was quite young. Usually to tease you when you got on a long tangent about something you enjoyed. He pretended to zone out and ignore you, but he would always remember small details about your rants, bringing them up nonchalantly at a later date  “I, uh, keep an ear out sometimes. Helps with the worry.” 

He worries about you? Even more surprising, he’s listening to your heartbeat like background music to his day. You promise yourself you will ask him about it when you don’t have a room full of your friends waiting on you. “I thought we’d covered this. I can take care of myself.” 

He sighed, bringing a hand to rest gently where your jaw meets your neck. “Sweetheart, I know you can. But that doesn’t stop me from watching out for you.” 

Your hand moved to rest overtop of his. “The good news is that I will have lots of people watching out for me. You know they won’t let anything happen.” You receive a single huff in return. He’s not convinced. “You know that these are the kinds of missions we send the kids on. I’ll be fine.” 

He considers for a moment, before dropping his hand and nodding. “Give me a second to get changed, and we will head out.” 

You grabbed for his hand, but he was already out the door, and moving too fast for you to stop. “Logan, don’t be ridiculous.” 

“What’s ridiculous is you thinking that I would ever let you go out there alone.” 

“As we already established, I have three very capable friends coming with me. I am only going as a contingency plan.”

“Well then consider me the contingency to the contingency plan.” You huffed, following him next door. 

You darted around in front of Logan, pushing against his chest with all your strength, even if you were fully aware that it was the equivalent of a fly buzzing around him. He stopped all the same, eyebrows pulled together in frustration. “I know you’re worried and I know that this is you trying to help.” Logan had his I’m about to interrupt you look on his face, leaving you to shove him again. Thankfully, he understood your intention. “This is important to me. You can’t be there every time, and I have to stand on my own two feet. I want to contribute to the work we do here more than just teaching kids about how awesome Shakespeare is.” The look was back. “Which is still an important contribution.” You added, which seemed to appease him. “But, I don’t want it to be my only contribution. So I am going to go and make sure that this scared kid who is all alone out there makes it back here safe. And you are going to stay here and make sure that everyone gets dinner and help with their assignments. And then when I get back, we are going to have a talk about all this.” 

“All this?” A smile crept back onto your face, hearing the teasing tone in his voice. 

“Oh my god shut up!” He caught your hands before they made contact with his chest, but he was slow to let go this time. He brought the back of both of your hands to his mouth, dropping a small kiss on each one, before returning your hands to your side. 

“If you come back with so much as a bump to the head, Scott’s dead.” 

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, and pointing out that this was exactly what you were talking about earlier did little to sway him. So you gave in, agreeing to give him a full report before slipping your hand into his and tugging him towards the jet. 

“We’ll be back in a bit.” You promised. You could feel the others staring from just inside the jet, but you barely noticed. Logan was checking over your suit meticulously, tugging zippers a few more clicks up and making sure that the collar wasn’t too tight around your neck. He kneeled down, checking to make sure the laces on your boots were double knotted. “Logan,” you laughed, reaching down to tilt his head up to look at you. “I’m too seconds away from sending a lot of exhaustion your way and leaving you passed out in here. You have to let me go, it’s going to be fine.” 

He remained kneeling for a second too long, a look in his eyes you couldn’t entirely place. The sound of the jet powering on broke the both of you out of your trance. He was on his feet in a flash, checking over you one final time. You rose up on your tippy toes, balancing by resting your hands on his shoulders, before gently kissing him on the cheek. You pulled back, nose scrunched up from the tickle of his facial hair. “We’ll be back in a few hours. Hold down the fort for us, yeah?” 

He nodded, pupils slightly blown out and a dreamy look on his face. You giggled, walking backwards for as long as you can before turning around and finding a seat on the jet. You could feel Jean and Scott’s eyes on you as Ororo began maneuvering the jet out of the garage. “Don’t even start.” You muttered, settling firmly into your seat, doing your best to soak up the pride and confidence the others were projecting into the cockpit. 

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