#i am irritated folks

[gh-0-stcup]

I almost put this in my tags for the last post, but I think it deserves it's own thing.

I am exhausted with this idea that love is inherently Pure and Good, therefore any love which is not Pure and Good is not actually love.

Love transcends morality. That is what makes it so powerful and beautiful. It can be (and often is) the source of goodness, what motivates selflessness and sacrifice. But those are the effects of love, not a quality that is inherent to it.

Love can also be a force of great evil. It fills us, consumes us, changes us, brings us to our knees and lifts us up from the darkness. We can be driven to destroy to protect it, or to destroy indiscriminately when faced with its abscence.

Love transcends reason, logic, and self-preservation. It means different things to different people, has different effects on different people.

Imo, pushing the idea that love is by definition "good" is actually quite dangerous. People know how they feel. Buying into this view leads many to stay in situations that are harmful because they think it can't be that bad if they're so in love.

Followed by the horrible need to reimagine what you had with someone after the fact, deciding to label the whole affair as "not real". You can't trust your own feelings or your own memories because they don't match up to the idealized vision you have of love.

Recognizing that the love itself was real, but the situation was bad allows for better judgment going forward. When you recognize that love still needs to be tempered by reason, that it can be unhealthy or harmful, you are less likely to be blinded your emotions.

[stump-not-found]

fic drops tomorrow

[qpjianghu]

(...but what if I was?)

Li Lianhua / Li Xiangyi | Mysterious Lotus Casebook (2023)

[katfreaks-hidyhole]

[madbard]

In this multiverse, the Stars have been around for a very long time. Stories of their adventures have spread from world to world over the centuries, cloaked in legend and myth.

Ink and Dream are both immortal. Swap wasn’t. When he died in battle, Dream swore to never recruit another mortal to the Stars. It was too dangerous, and Dream couldn’t lose another friend. Ink had other ideas.

Carefully, exquisitely, Ink recreated his friend. Not exactly as he was - that wasn’t possible, and Ink didn’t want to take any risks with this creation. They wanted this to work. So instead, he created a young child. This child would be bold like their friend - clever, resilient and kind. With care, he would grow into a magnificent warrior.

Just before Ink finished drawing, he looked at his creation and hesitated. Was he really trying to copy Swap? It felt wrong, somehow, to make such an exact replica. So in those final moments, Ink carefully drew on the scars Swap would have borne if he had survived that final blow, then brought the child to life.

The child, affectionately nicknamed Blueberry, was brought to an Underswap universe where Swap had died. Hesitant, but ultimately grateful to have his brother back, Swap Papyrus raised him.

Now, Ink couldn’t be there all the time. After all, they had their own duties as the God of Creation (and he had an unfortunate tendency to forget Blueberry existed). But he did visit, and every time he did he told the child of his adventures through the multiverse, of Dream and a legendary hero named Swap. Blueberry idolized the Stars and grew up dreaming of the day he would finally join them. Every day, he trained and sparred, imagining that he was facing deadly enemies. One day, Blueberry knew he would defend entire worlds.

This image shows Blueberry at age 13, 15 years prior to the current events of the story. This is the year Error attacked his universe.

Theme Song:

[domainofstatchi]

Sometimes I despise dealing with everything.

[comradecowplant]

I love how the primary cure for heat rash is Just Stop Being In The Heat :) which..... simply is not feasible for me rn!!!

[peaceeandcoolestvibes]

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[yesandpeeps]

Like cmon this is the main feature I wanted out of this site, am I dumb???

[stars-in-my-damn-eyes]

One thing i despise so badly is that for me to be a Successful Artist i need to Curate An Audience which is horrendous because I have, despite being 20 years on this gay earth, consistently failed to master the art of Posting. I cannot curate an audience. I can barely curate a sleep schedule. Fuck a like-to-reblog ratio, when i post an original art on here i consider it a wild success if it breaks 5 notes. I did not know it was physically possible for a Gen Z to fail so hard at social media. Of course, my consistent skill issue may also have something to do with this. But broadly speaking it is very hilarious that i get radio silence in response to my art enough that it is legit more like. Sanity-preserving. For me to only show people my artwork irl where they have to have a reaction where i can see it even if that reaction is just "cool! thanks! moving on-" which is honestly a fair reaction to have. It'd be kind of hilarious to get that in comments on a post, actually, but i digress - the point remains that i somehow manage to be completely incapable of maintaining a successful social media presence but luckily i am VERY capable of maintaining your mother in bed last night

[toucansafari]

i am so close to crying rn -___-

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Further evidence (not that we needed any) that the Forspoken brainrot has taken over my brain is that any time I see an #aesthetic landscape photograph I have to fight back the urge to tag it with which region of Athia it reminds me of

I might stop resisting tbh

[amberdagger]

I have cried SO MANY TIMES this week just weeping and sobbing all the time

[fantasykiri5]

Alright, I’m gonna be entirely honest here in that I initially had OP blocked because I get kind of tired of seeing posts like this in the Riz tag, and I might re-block them after, but as an Aroace person AND a Fabriz “shipper” (feels strong but there’s not really another word for it) I actually have some words to say about this because I’m kinda tired of the slander.

Firstly, to elaborate on my being aroace (which I figured out BECAUSE of relating to Riz, in fact); I know with absolute certainty that I don’t feel any romantic or sexual attraction whatsoever. I never really have, and I can’t predict the future but I doubt I ever will. However I am still very happily in a romantic relationship with my partner, who is also aroace, and doesn’t really feel attraction either! And we’re best friends, honestly before being partners most of the time, but we’re also very in love, and that’s as much of a perfectly valid way to be aroace as any other!

I personally happen to find it very interesting to explore the dynamic between Riz and Fabian primarily in the way that I relate to within my own relationship, because I simply feel like it’s fun! And honestly, I really like that there are so many ways to interpret their dynamic, be it more romantic, or as some form of platonic life partners, or as being abnormal about each other in a completely regular dude-friends way! (Because one of the most important parts of their dynamic, or one of my favorites at least, is honestly that neither are capable of being normal about the other, in whatever way you feel like interpreting it.) Being aro and being ace are very much spectrums, and they’re not always directly linked, and not everyone seems to really accept that, but it’s true, and it’s not a bad thing to relate to an aro and/or ace character in a way that lies somewhere on these spectrums that happens to be less popular or not as widely understood.

Honestly, 99% of the other people in the Fabriz tag ALSO lie somewhere on the aro and/or ace spectrums, and ALSO use these characters as a way to explore or otherwise relate to their own identities, because there are literally infinite ways to be aro and/or ace! And that’s a beautiful thing! At the very least that I’ve seen, there are very few people in the Fabriz tags that actually erase Riz’s identity. Rather, almost everyone I’ve seen simply relate to it in a different way, and make posts and art and writing about how they relate to it, which is completely their prerogative! Are there people out there who do erase his identity? For sure! But they are the vast minority, as far as I’ve seen.

Nobody is under any obligation to like any specific interpretations of the characters or dynamic, but just because you (royal ‘you’, not just OP) don’t like it, or don’t relate to the character in the same way, doesn’t automatically make it Morally Evil and Automatically A Horrible Thing To Engage With. You don’t have to engage with it if you don’t want, that’s why the block and mute buttons exist. But it just feels rude and, frankly? Very invalidating and hurtful to say that the way you relate to a character is the ONLY correct way to relate to said character, and everyone else is stupid or wrong.

Idk, it just feels like it would be way easier and simpler to just block and move on if you’re not about it than get mad about it. That’s just me though.

I think my biggest issue with fabriz as a concept is the fact that not only do people do the classic "this character is aro but it's ok if while shipping him I call the relationship a qpr!" And just make the relationship the SAME as with any allo character and have no consideration of Riz's canon uncomfortableness and fear towards the idea of romance, but also the motivation of "but they have so much chemistry!! What if I just want the to be soft and grow old together?" Because... That's such a big tell on how you see things.

It's a big tell on you not getting what Baron said to Riz. Why is it that you can only envision the "growing old together", maintaining closeness and companionship as the years go by, only by having them be paired up? By having it be exclusive, it be them two as a monogamous relationship where they live and sleep together and kiss every day?

Why is it that you look upon the character who's biggest fear was "your friends will all pair up and leave you alone because the romantic relationships are worth more than your friendship and you will be forgotten because you don't want to parttake in this. You are most unlike your parents in a happy union", and say "he can only grow old with one of his best friends and be happy if they're in an exclusive, monogamous, amatonormative romantic relationship "qpr"?

[bog-boyy]

really starting to piss me off how some white queers think that tearing down their siblings for “working w cops” is productive. it’s 2023. whether you like it or not, you have to get permits and inform the cops if you want to hold a big event in a city. it’s something you just have to do or it Usually gets shut down violently !

i’m not talking about pig floats in the parade, i’m specifically talking about the fact that you need some level of security for a major event like dykes on bikes or trans resistance march. esp w the political climate and far-right violence in the U.S. rn. SF Pride had a LOT of cops (visibly armed w ARs) and it was deeply unsettling when i last went in 2018. but there’s ways to place cops so their presence does less harm to attendees and ways to temporarily mitigate some degree of the trauma and threat they carry. so it’s really bothering me that i keep seeing white queers coming after their siblings for doing what they’re required to do. maybe start talking w them about alternative spaces and functions that WOULDN’T draw/legally require cops instead of talking shit and complaining online. maybe organize an event before coming for major visible events that have helped normalize queer people in the state. just a thought

[just-some-random-blogger]

Tender Cuts

Gwayne comes home battered and beaten, and so you kiss his busted lip and tend to his wounds.

Gwayne Hightower x Reader | 700< | cw: fem!reader, wife!reader, mentions of injury/blood, hurt/comfort, fluff, softhours, typos, etc.

A/N: i cant help myself. the unholy unspeakable things i want to do to this man... and yet here i am offering you some fluff

Tagging: @lancedoncrimsonwings

Gwayne watches the way I undo his armor. He sighs and straightens from his chair, turning to the vanity mirror, "I am uninjured."

"And so you say, yet on your lips therein lies the lie you offer, husband," I retort as I finally remove the final piece of steel upon his form.

I bend over as he sighs once more. His tired eyes remain on my face as I unbutton his top. He places his hands on his thighs as he spreads them, "I am not gravely injured."

I forfeit a response and continue to touch him with care, as not to accidentally cause his unexposed injuries any more irritation. By the time I have his top unbottoned, Gwyane removes it along with his undershirt before I can do so. He stands and takes my hands. His eyes are more awake now as he places my palms on his bare chest, "inspect me yourself if you distrust me so."

His tone pinches my heart. "It's not that I distrust you, love," I rub his shoulders, "it's just that you've grown numb to your pain, and I do not wish any ailment to sneak up on you."

Gwayne's eyes slowly shut as I rub his arms then caress the sides of his firm belly. "So?" he grumbles, "shall I rid myself of my pants?"

My expression perks, "you might as well."

He opens his eyes and furrows his brows.

"I will bathe you myself."

Gwayne does not protest, save perhaps for a few more sighs as he rids himself of his last articles of clothing and steps into the preprepared tub. I waste no time and drag a stool to the side, eager to get him clean. He melts into my touch as I scrub his skin.

I splash his arm a few times before moving onto his chest. The room is silent, apart for the sound of sloshing water. Gwayne's head feels heavy, I can tell. I rub his shoulders to encourage him to relax.

"You don't have to mother me, you know."

I tilt my head as I find one of the freckles on his sternum, "I am a mother. You should know, you were there when it happened."

"You mothered my children, not I." He rests his arms on the sides of the tub.

I lift my gaze. His eyes look heavy.

For a moment, my husband is not he, but a child abandoned. I look upon his tired face and recall the soft confessions he'd whispered as I laid in his arms, confessions of his loneliness, his longing. He recounted all the memories of his mother that remained with him. He vented out his hurt over his father who he grew without.

I knit my brows and put down the sponge in my hand, "do you not want my touch?"

He drops his head then grabs my wrist, "I do not want you to worry." Gwayne pushes closer to me. The water around him splashes. He leans on the rim by my side and kisses my pulse. He repeats softer, "I do not want you to worry."

I press my lips into a line and brush his hair back with my free hand, "oh, my love," I sigh, "unfortunately, I worry regardless."

He rests his head upon my hand when I caress his cheek. I comb my fingers through his hair as much as it will allow me in its matted state. He closes his eyes. I trace the shape of his nose with my palm.

Gwayne has never said it out loud, but I know that sometimes he feels undeserving of the attention I so freely shower him in. The wounds of his younger self that never quite healed make the affections he's so craved quite hard to take in.

"My sweet boy," I whisper, gently rubbing his lips, "let me do this for you."

His blue eyes slowly open. They are shrouded with red exhaustion. He finally relents, eyes closing again as he leans back and offers himself completely to me.

I decide to wash his hair for a change, and as I do so, I sing a folk song from the Reach. He rests his head on the tub, sinking slightly into the water as he allows himself to relax.

I only stop singing when he mutters something unintelligible. I lean towards him, "what was that, my love?"

His lips barely move, "thank you."

A soft smile finds me.

"I love you."

I immediately press my lips into his. I make sure to do so delicately, so not to disturb him or the cut on his lower lip. I look at his face for a few moments before pulling back, "I love you too."

I continue singing from where I left off.